Preeta somehow released herself from his grip and ran away while blushing.
Rohan came when rishabh was lost in her thoughts and smiling like an idiot.
Rohan waved hand in front of his eyes Breaking Rishabh's trance.
Rohan - Gayi vo ab hosh me aaja.
Rishabh - K..Kon gayi main tou bahar dekh rha tha kitna accha mausam hai na.
Rohan - Tu kabsey mausam dekhkar exicited hone laga?
Rishabh - kya yaar tu bhi subah subah shuru hogya.
Rohan - Chal ye sab chord ready hoja hum party mein jaa rahe hain.
Rishabh - Konsi party.
Rohan - Teri book ko launch party.
Rishabh - Haan tou tu jaa na mera vahan kya kaam vaisey bhi tu janta hai mujhey ye sab nahi pasand.
Rohan - Tujhey chalna padega kab chupayega sabsey.
Rishabh - Jab tak chupa sakta hu aur please Rohan main koi behes k mood mein nahi hu.
Rohan - Theek hai tou main aur Preeta akele hi chale jaate hain.
Rishabh - Preeta bhi jaa rahi hai.
Rohan - Haan.
Rishabh - Vaisey main kya soch rha tha ghar par bore ho jaunga chalo chalta hu main bhi.
Rohan - Abey O ho kya gya hai tujhey? Itne der se main bol rha tha uska asar nahi lekin preeta ka naam leti hi janab ka decision hi badal gya. Kya chal rha hai ye sab?
Rishabh - Kya sab? Kuch bhi nahi chal raha apne dimag ko zyada mat chala itna hai nahi.
Rohan - Ab mera mood nahi lejane ka tu pehle bhav khale saley ladki kya milgyi dost ko bhul gya.
Rishabh - Chup kar nautanki aur ready hone de.
Preeta was getting ready for the party and Rishabh was waiting her downstairs.
He heard the click of heels on the floor before he saw her. There she was draped in a Red saree with backless blouse looking like a queen leaving him jawdrop.
He stood there gazing at her, speechless.
Preeta came and wave her hand in front of him.
Preeta - Chalein.
Rishabh - Looking Beautiful.
Preeta looked at him amazed.
Preeta - Bandar tumhey main beautiful kabsey lagne lagi? (she raised her eyebrows up and down)
Rishabh - Vo tou maine aisey hi boldiya ab udne mat lag jana.
Preeta - Tumhara kuch nahi ho sakta. Chalo ab I don't wanna late I am so excited.
By the time they reached there, the party was on full swing.
There were lots of people and everyone was so excited.
Rishabh came inside hall and stand in a conrer feeling uncomfortable in crowd.Preeta - yha kyu aagye Rishabh chalo na dance kartey hain.
Rishabh - Mujhey ye sab pasand nahi tum Rohan k sath karlo.
Preeta - Nahi mujhey tumharey sath hi karna hai ab zyada bhav nahi khao haan.
Rishabh - Nahi please.
One boy came and asked Preeta for dance.
Rishabh - Sorry but she is with me chalo Preeta hum dance kartey hain.
He hold her hand and took her to the dance floor.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and he wrapped his hands around her bare back.
They started dancing."Dekha hazaro dafa apko
Phir bekaraari ye kaisey hai
Sambhaley sambhalta nahi ye dil
Kuch aap mein baat aisi hai"Preeta - Aisey kya dekh rahe ho?
Rishabh - Kuch bhi tou nahi.Preeta - Accha Jab se party mein aayi hu tabsey notice kar rahi hoon kyu ghoor rahe ho mujhey.
Rishabh - Oh hello khud ko itni importance na do...main tumhey nhi vo blue dress wali dekh raha tha kitni hot hai na vo.
Preeta - Ohhh tou tumhey vo hot lag rahi hai tou jao na uske paas mere sath kya kar rahe ho?
She Pushed him and started going and then collided with waiter and whole glass of drink fell on her saree.
Waiter - I am sorry mam.
Preeta - Dekh kar nahi chal Saktey?
Rishabh - Waiter tum jao iska Dimag khiska hua hai (he laughed)
She burst in anger and hit Rishabh's leg with her sandle.
Preeta - I hate you.
Rishabh - I hate you too.
She went in wasroom in anger.
Rishabh also came there.Preeta - Tum kyu aaye ho yaha jao na apni neeli dress wali k paas.
Rishabh - Someone is jealous.
Preeta - Jealous my foot.. Jao yha se.
Rishabh - Nahi jaunga.
Preeta - I said go(She yelled)
He pinned her to wall tightly raising her hands above the head snuggling his nose on her cheeks.
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Bekhayali🥀
FanfictionThis Story Revolves Around A Boy Named "RISHABH LUTHRA" and A girl Named "PREETA ARORA" Rishabh Luthra is Writer And Novelist who loves to write poetries but he is extreamely introvert and afraid of love because of his past. His Novels Were Publishe...