hello...kaise ho sab....3rd chap hai....
karanxpreeta update kardiya.....
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preeta was confused about what to answer...yeah she has asked the same question to herself n number of times and still she couldn't figure out the exact reason.....
preeta : sach kahoon ya jhoot.....
karan tightened his grip on her waist completely burying himself between her hairs......and mumbled...in a husky voice
karan : sach....
her heart beat raised......she was getting chills with his close approximity.....
preeta : mein nahi jaanti....bas dil ne kaha ki mein tumpar vishwas karo aur saboot tumhare saamne.....dost ho mere......vishwaas kyu na karoo?
karan : sirf dost hoon?
preeta was confused....it was true....he was not someone whom she would simply tag a "friend"....sameer is her friend but she is not so close with him....he has never kissed her like this....they where close...she has hugged him thousand times but never felt butterflies like being in karan's embrace.....karan on the otherside had the same feel.....he has seen her with sameer.....was she this close....there was a big NO....then!!he felt guilty of how cheap he thought to fool her...and here she was trusting him....he was holding her in his embrace the first ever person who trusts him.....on him ....he knew there was something special between them....that he couldn't figure it out...but that was not related to his wealth or the "luthra" tagline....that made his hold stronger on her waist realising how precious she she is.....now she was leaning on him fully.....suddenly her phone beeped.....bringing them out of trance.....karan moved back and preeta adjusted herself.....she took the phone to ease the awkward moment they had now.....a message popped on her mobile screen making her smile....karan noticed it....
preeta : maa bhi na.....
she called her and assured her mom that she was fine...they both held a short session later she ended her call and turned towards karan.....he was looking at her confused...
preeta: aisay kya dekh rahe ho?...
karan : kuch nahi.....bas..aisay hi.... tumhari mom tumse bahut pyaar karti hai na.....
preeta : haa..bahut...jab yaha college mein join hui na....toh bahut pareshan ti..... bahut trust hai mujhpe..... aur mein khush hoon ki aaj tak unke vishwaas meiney thoda nahi hai....par maa hai...toh fikar hogi right.....isiliya phone kiya...abh baat hogayi na....toh woh aaram se rahenge....
karan looked at her eyes....she was so happy to say about the trust her parents have on her....and how she has never let them down.....
preeta : waise....tumhare ghar mein kaun kaun hai?
preeta asked this and karan's face become pale....
karan : bas meri bua....maa bachpan mein guzar gayi aur papa yaha nahi hai rehkar bhi!...
preeta saw him....she was not surprised to see him blank....she knew he had emotions but fails to show them or rather say he was never teached how to portray his emotions...and now she understood the reason....yet she wanted to hear from him....his phone beeped....preeta's eyes sparkled....she nudged him to pick his phone....he picked it....he chuckled and kept his phone back....and turned towards preeta....
karan : babydoll bua thi....
preeta : haa...unhe bhi gabraahat ho raha hoga.....
karan gave a smirk and came towards her......preeta saw him....she off the gas and kept the soup aside (soup bana rahe tey...yaad hai ya bhool gaye?😅😅😅 ) and turned to see karan so close to her.....their nose were touching each other's....their breath mingled.....preeta sluttered with her words....
preeta : kar..ka.....wo...woh....
karan kept his fingers on her lips and traced her jawline......
preeta : kar....karan...kya..kya ka...kar rahe ho?...
karan was lost in her......she pushed him slightly and he came back to sense......he ran his fingers through his hairs while she blushed.....there was a awkward silence......preeta broke it and adjusted her hairs....
preeta : woh.... soup ready hai chalo.....
karan nodded and went behind her.....both sat at the dining table....preeta served him.....karan made faces....preeta saw this and laughed....he saw her a pouted.....
preeta : awww....bajarbattu mein khana bana letu hoon....maa ne sikhaya hai...aisay muh mat banao....
karan : nahi....nahi...meiney kabhi ghar ka khana nahi khaya hai....
preeta looked at him and he continued.....
karan : kabhi koi ta hi nahi....mera kyaal rakhney.....papa bachpan mein hi chale gaye....maa ke guzarte hi unka yaha rehne mein mann nahi laga....bua ke hawale karke chale gaye abroad.....paise bhejtey hai har mahine.....mere har oor sif paiso se bhar diya unhone......sirf paiso se.....kabhi koi ta hi nahi...jo mujhe phone kare aur pooche ki 'haa karan...tumne kha liya....'
kabhi koi tha nahi jo mujhe kahe...'karan kaha ho....der ho raha hai.....ghar aao'......kabhi kisine dhamkaya nahi...ki 'karan agar tum kaana nahi khaoge toh mein tumhe maarungi'.. tumhe kya laga...jab mera phone beep hua....haa bua ka mssg ta.....likha tah ki woh Kahi apne dost ke ghar jaa rahi hai....papa agar kuch money transfer kare toh unhe bhi bhej doon.....koi ta hi nahi preeta.....abhi bhi....
preeta kept her finger on his lips nodding a 'no'....tears made his way out.....he removed her hand.....
karan : aaj mujhe batane do babydoll.....please.....
she gestured him to continue.....
karan : jab tum logo se mila....tabhi pata chala ki aisay log bhi hote hai....pata hai... jab tumhe aur shrishty ko dekhta hoon na.....tumhare itne acche family hai....jo tumhara care kare ...trust kare....mujhe bhi aisay hi ek family ka na milne pe itna feel hua....pehle baar laga ke itne paiso ke hote hua bhi mein kitna gareeb hoon.....mann mein harbaar yea kwaish rehti hai....ki mera bhi koi ho....jo mere baare mein bhi soche...pooche....his eyes shed with tears.....mujhme koi emotions nahi hai.....he sjouts banging the glasstable....breaking it into pieces.....preeta jerked with his sudden assault.....his hands were bleeding.....she took the first-aid box...pulled him towards the sofa and made him sit...he saw her with tears....and now her heart ached seeing his vulnerable state.....he was so broken.....she held his hand but he jerked it...she cupped his face....he looked at her ...she wiped his tears.....
preeta : dekho karan....maanti hoon...tum akele nahi ho...mein hoon....shrishty hai....sameer hai....tumhe pata hai na....hum kabhi tumhe akela nahi chodenge....mein nahi chodungi......
she did his first-aid.....and fed him soup lovingly making him sit....he pulled her and she sat on his lap.....they had an eyelock....she composed herself and was about to get up but he held her hand and gestured her to sit....she nodded.... she knew he needed her now...and she promised herself that she would be there for him every time....he fed her the soup in return from the same bowl.....she slowly wiped his tears with her duppata and stood......
karan : sambhalke....woh glass...kal servants clean karlenge.....tum pass mat jao.....
preeta simply nodded......karan went to his room....preeta kept everything aside and went to check him.....he was sitting on the couch near the balcony....again with an emotionless face.....she took the hand mirror from the shelf.....she stood beside him and held the mirror in front of them......she leaned on his shoulder gesturing him to hold the mirror...she held his hand and snuggled closer to him.....he saw her and then the mirror and now he stared at her eyes....she blinked....he turned his gaze over the mirror....and saw her from it....she traced his cheeks.....he closed his eyes.....and again he saw her......she spoke.....
preeta : tum emotionless nahi ho bajarbattu.....tumhe sirf express karna nahi sikhaya gaya.....proof dekhlo tumhare samne.....apne aanso khud se toh mat chupao.... aur mujhse tum chahkar bhi chupa nahi sakte......dekhi khud....tumhare yeah assuo ke dry marks...tum sach me akal ke tattu ho mere bajarbattu.....
karan chuckled....preeta stared at him with a smile.....
preeta : aisay hi raho.....mere bajarbattu pe ye rona dona set nahi hota....chalo so jao.....
she was about to get up but he made her stay and he laid on her lap.....she smiled at him.....he held her hand and kept it on his hairs.....
preeta : tumhara hairstyle kharab ho na jaye bajarbattu.....
she chuckled.....and ran her fingers through his hairs......
karan : thanks babydoll....mere life mein aane keliye.....
preeta : shhh....abhi kaha na...mujhe mera woh bajarbattu chahiye.....jo ek no. ka flirt hai...magar cute hai.....woh recorder chahiye jo pehle din apne naam ka batwara kar raha tah...."the karan luthra...".....she mimics him and he stares at her....
karan : woh....accha...tumhe tumhara bajarbattu chahiye...she noded cutely..... and kissed his firehead...followed by his eyes.....karan closed his eyes....and both slept.....
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early morning shrishty came and was shocked
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😆....abh sochlo
bye...
with loads of love...
sindya♥️
