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Dia Jale Ishq Ke
“Bhai… Please…” 20 year old Muskaan pleaded her elder brother
“Muski, I said NO… means NO. I can’t and surely won’t come with you for your stupid childish party. If possible, take Di or Akash with you” said 28 years Arnav
“But Bhai…” Muskaan tried one more time. “Okay fine… I’m leaving…” seeing his irritated and moke angry face, Muskaan left from there calling her best friend
“Hey Khushi… I’m coming to party to night” Arnav heard his sister talking.
“Khushi?! Nice name” he thought and continued his work. He heard his sister continuing talking with her friend. He shook his head and smiled uttering ‘Pagal’
Muskaan looked around and said in phone “Sorry yaar, Bhai is not coming. I tried my best and you now bhai na, he is complete Khadoos”
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“Okay then, will meet you in the evening” said Muskaan dropping the call
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“Come on Bhai… it’s just shopping”
“Muski…” came an irritating response
“Khushi is right, Lad Governor” muttering Muskaan is started to leave from there, but ran hearing her brother saying “What did you say?”
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“This is not fair, Muski. You said you will bring him. Every time, you are giving some or other excuses” said Khushi pouting
“What to do yaar… I don’t know that my brother is this much stubborn. You are right, he is a Lad Governor, always shouts at something or other and never listens to anyone” Muski shakes her head
“I wish he looks at me at least by this Diwali. My crush will completes 5 years and my love will completes 2 years by this Diwali. I wish I can confess my love to him” said Khushi dreamily
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“OH GOD… Di… Khushi came to the home yesterday night, and we didn’t welcome her family till yet? How rude it is? She is my best friend and here my family is not thinking of going to her house and welcome…?” Muskaan shouted from the door.
“Muski… control your excitement. Aren’t we going now? Aren’t we plan to invite them today evening?” asked Muskaan’s mother
“Now, stop all these and let’s go to Khushi’s house” declared Dadi
Muskaan shouted in happiness and dragged her Akash bhai to the door with a spring in her feet. She loves Khushi to the core and vice versa
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Arnav stood there looking at the girl looking at him with wide eyes. He came here after knowing his family came to invite their new neighbors. But seeing this beautiful, blushing girl… “wait… blushing? Is this girl blushing because of me’ thought Arnav. Before he can say anything, he heard her melodious voice
“Please come inside Arnav ji… Your family is here only” saying that Khushi moved aside and gave place to him
Arnav looked at the girl surprised and went inside hearing his mother’s voice
Khushi closed the door and slowly walked towards the living room
All the while families talk, Arnav stole the glances of the girl ‘Khushi’ where Khushi sat blushing having and feeling him in the same room
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عاطفيةRandom one. Arnav and Khushi names does not belong to me. But the story does.
