In this title, I am referring to Hallelujah as an expression of happiness and joy, and not as the festival Hallelujah.
Confuse mat hona.
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10 months later.
12th October, 2022.
Ahmedabad.
11:32 p.m.
"Dude, you have got to try it, yaar.", I said to Ajey.
"Bro, tune mujhe already ek plate pav-bhaji ki khiladi, plus that huge-ass dish of sevpuri. Mera pet phatne vaala hai.", Ajey replied.
I tsk-ed and said, "Ae yeh last hai, yaar please."
Of course, even if he says no, I wouldn't listen to him.
Who even listens to him?
He rolled his eyes.
"You are lucky to have me, you know. It takes guts to be me. To be someone who listens to your nonsensically, shitty stuff.", he sassed.
Achha, aesa?
"Abey saale!", I said. (meme reference)
We all laughed. 'We' included me, Ajey, Yash bhaiya, Ahaan, Jeh and Nupur.
It was Navratri's 5th day today.
Umm, actually, let's go back in time.
Almost a month earlier, Nupur had called us siblings out of nowhere on conference call.
And she was like, "Abey, chalte hai na yaar! Navratri khelni hai! Sab chalenge Ahmedabad, late night tak garba khelenge! Aur phir Manek Chowk jaayenge mast khaane!"
To which Jeh had casually replied, "Paagal, main toh yaha hi hoon. Pehle inn dono choozon ko bol ke Faridabad se yaha aaye. Aur haan tu humein kya bol rahi hai bey? Pehle tu khud Australia se aana!"
"Chooza kisko bola bey?", Ahaan had said from the other hand. (lowkey in CarryMinati's accent)
Aah, the anger that comes after your elder siblings insult you.
"Arey maine sab preparations kar di hai. I am coming in 15 days!", Nupur had said excitedly.
"Mera liye woh naya laptop lete aaiyo.", I chimed in.
"Abey gadhho, main itne saal baad aa rahi hoon, aur tumhe laptop ki padi hai, haramzaadi!"
"Ahalya, yeh teri accent ko kya hua?", Jeh had asked.
"Haryanvi accent. Bas aa gayi.", I replied.
"Are na na na na! Woh toh Ajey se aayi hai! Haina meri pyaari behna? Haina? Haina?", Ahaan had teased.
Aur phir kya, sab 'oho oho waah waah' , 'Ahalya and Ajey sitting under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g' , 'pyaar hua ekraar hua' and 'oho jiju' , 'jijaji jijaji jijaji' waali bakchodi chali.
Saalo ka phone hee kaat diya maine.
So, anyways, here we were, the boys in kurtas and the girls in chaniya-cholis. We were all drenched in sweat and tiredness and were all super-hungry after continually playing Garba and here we were now, in Manek Chowk in the proper city (you know, the place with all hustle-bustle and cramped homes and loads of open thailas and stalls of foods, yeah that), eating up all the foods.
Ajey had just agreed to eat the Gwalior Dosa, which is like 60% Dosa and the rest 40% melted butter in it.
So, when our order arrived, as expected, Ajey and Yash bhaiya both loved it.
I was relishing my dosa when Ajey chuckled and said, "Kya hua? Aise kha rahi hai ki orgasm hee aa gaya ho."
Everyone chuckled.
"Yeah, well, jab kisi launde me dum hee na ho, toh a girl has to look for other means to satisfy her needs.", I joked.
Ahaan choked on his food. Jeh gave him water, but the dumbass choked on that too.
I looked up and laughed. Everyone followed suit. Nupur gave me a curt glance.
"What? Boyfriend hai, I can talk to him however I want!", I replied.
Nupur rolled her eyes.
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Of The Stars That Breathe
FanfictionA night in the enchanting land of Dubai, leads to a fateful encounter between the famous youtuber, Ajey Nagar, and a mentally depressed yet jubilant, Ahalya Shah. She doesn't know him and treats him like a normal guy. But, what happens when he decid...
