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Kya Baat Hai ....Revealed

Hello Dosto, Thank you for love and support which has encouraged me to continue writing.

Last time, when we talked on this topic… I was searching for my Manzil…

Did I find my MANZIL, well not really.. the muKAM of my manzil is nishKAM…so it’s going to be a long journey, but I have found the way which leads to the destination.

After all, someone has said Life is a journey NOT a destination, so I am on my way to the destination… on the beautiful journey.. stopping and smelling Roses along the way.

Ok, let’s get back to the topic..

It all began on Monday Jan 2nd evening, as the hangover of the new year’s party was getting over or was it still hanging on… not sure…

I sat down to make the new years’ goals for 2023…

First Goal as always… Exercise and lose weight.

As I was starting to think about dieting and exercising, I remembered an advice given to me by my “healthy” friend from college days… you see we Fat people like to call us “Healthy”… khate pete ghar ke… bhale 2 ghar ka khana khate honge… )

He had said… all human bodies are like tires.. like we have different types of tires.. scooter, car, truck, tractor… human body is also made of different dimensions. A truck tire even if you remove all air or even puncture it, cannot be made a scooter tire and vice-versa… so, we just need to find our tire type and make peace with it.

Goal resolved, I quickly identified my tire type , made peace with it and moved on…

Anyways, dieting and exercise for FAT people is like Homeopathy….. Hathi ke mu me homeopathy..

not saying that homeopathy does not work, but it works very gradually and has a lot of dos and donts which you need to follow along with it, for it to take effect…

Then, I proceeded to writing down next set of Goals-

Money

Career

People

I need to earn more money in this year, progress in my career (maybe get that promotion) and connect with more with people around me and in my life.

All perfect glorious goals.. but I have been having these goals for so many years already.. I have been running after quick money, have been ignoring my key career goals and being frustrated with the first 2 goals, I have been further drifting away from people in my life….

Maybe, I have got it all wrong.. the sequence is all wrong, it has to be

People

Career

Money

Care and connect with people in your life, your career is a reflection of the people you interact with… so it will improve and then eventually Money will come in …

Alrighty, so sounds good.. work on improving your connections with people in your life or even invite new people in your life.. how do you do it ?

You have intentionally driven away so many friends and family from your life over the last few decades, do you really think they are going to just come back with your one phone call or whatsapp message ? What about new friends..do you think just popping on new whatsapp groups is going to get you accepted in the long established friend circles ?

Then, the famous Big B song came to my mind

Rote hua aate hai sab,

Haasta hua jo jayenga,

Wo mukkadar ka sikkandar keheleya ae ga…

Key word here is Haasta, people like to laugh/hasna.. in fact there is even a Yoga for it .. Hasya Yoga in which people laugh in a group …

I have been laughing alone or laughing on myself for long enough, now its time to make other people laugh..

Logo ko haasake, unke saath hasane me jo maja hai, uska Anand hi kuch aur hai.

So, I am going to make people laugh in the coming year. How …

Posting funny articles on Tumblr

Interacting on whatsapp groups in a funny way

After all,

MERA NAAM JOKER HAI JEE,

Dusaro ki hasee me,

Khud ke hasee dhund raha hu…

Well, that’s it for now Bhai Log,

Agar, mera likna funny lage, to haas dena aur muzhe duao me yaad karna,

Taki mai bhi thoda haas lu….

BEYOND LOVE

I have written this short story. Hope you will enjoy it.

The alarm rang at 6 in the morning. Swastik turned off the alarm,moved his wife, Anima's hand,which was around his chest, and sat up. "Anima, get up darling."He then gave a tender kiss on her lips."Aah, i havent brushed yet!""Dont tell all this nonsense to me! We have been together for so long so such things dont matter to me Anu. You should be happy that your husband still kisses you while other's wives complain that their husbands are no longer romantic after marriage." Anima imitates him and then gets up from the bed.Anima comes out of the shower and while she dresses herself Swastik sings," Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si soti raaton mei jaagi si mili ek ajnabee se koi aage na peeche tum hi kaho ye koi baat hai....hmmmmm ek ladki bheegi bhaagi sii....." and hugs his wife from the back and watches her as she puts kohl in her eyes,wears her earrings, the bangles and puts sindoor. Swastik's eyes shine by the wonderful sight of his beautiful wife dressing up. Anima raises her eyebrows indicating what has happened to him while he was drooling over her. " How come you look so beautiful everyday! I cant resist myself from staring at you, darling.""Its your shiny eyes that make me glow Swastik."Both went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Seeing Anima's hair falling infront her eyes ,Swastik brought a clutcher and tied her hair."I dont understand why dont you tie your hair!"She smiled and said," If I tie my hair by myself  then who will tie my hair when they will come infront my eyes?" and shied away.He then recited the lyrics written by Javed Akhtar from the film SAAGAR."Chehra hai ya chaand khila haiZulf ghanehri shaam hai kyaSaagar jaisi aankhon waliYe toh bataa tera naam hai kya."Both gave a laugh and hugged each other."What beautiful lyrics did the songs have in the past, right Anima?""No wonder! By the way I hope you remember today our neighbour, Chatterjee is coming in the evening with his family." "Ya ya i do. I will look after the food and you just arrange everything.""Okay. You know I love their daughter,Piya. She is so sweet and cute. Isnt she 8?""Yeah. If you want a baby then c'mon lets go inside.",he winks at her."Stop daydreaming and c'mon cut the veggies."It was around 7 pm when the Chatterjees arrived.Swastik welcomed them while Anima was getting ready."Anima, they have arrived. Come out yaar."She came out from the room."Areey I was confused which saree to wear.""You will always look gorgeous my darling.Husn-E-Janaa Kee Tareef Mumkin NahiAfreen Afreen Afreeeen AfreeenTu Bhee Dekhe Agar To Kahe HamnsheeenAfreen Afreen Afreeeen AfreeenHusn-E-Janaa Kee Tareef Mumkin Nahi." "Hssh.. Swastik!Guests are here and you are talking like this!"Mr Chatterjee said," No no its absolutely fine. We all know Mr Roy is very frank and funny and most importantly how much he loves you.""Kuch bhi" and she shies away."Guys tell us what will you have?Coffee,tea, cold drinks? Do you want cookies Piya?""Wait wait Swastik .You entertain them and let me bring the food.""Let me help you bhabhiji.""Umm okay Babita .Come."Babita and Anima were in the kitchen while the male members in the drawing room."Bhabhiji  its a bliss to see you guys so much in love.""You know Babita, people say that after marriage wife becomes controlling and dominating and the husbands become bored of the marriage. Relationship is not only about love. There is friendship, small efforts, understanding, encouraging each other and lot of other stuffs like these. Swastik is so funny that I cant be bored of him and he is smart enough to make his own decisions. I may suggest something but I mustn't forget that I am in our home and not running a puppet show. As we age we tend to reduce expressing our love,but is it necessary?Why to hide love?Love is so important in any realtionship. There are problems in a marriage but if we both support each other then nothing can go wrong."Meanwhile in the drawing room, Mr Chatterjee asked Swastik " You guys are so lucky and so much in love even after so many years of marriage."" Isnt that lady wonderful? She is so beautiful that I can stare at her all day. But the most beautiful part is how she understands me so much. She never asked anything from me. Nothing! People say wives are demanding but my Anima isnt. She is smart ,helpful and brave enough to face all the problems. Rather she was the one who kept me motivated. I am a timid person and it was her who always kept me motivated and encouraged me and adviced me whenever I needed one. She loves me a lot.  You tell, all the small efforts  that she makes for me isnt that love? If small efforts, understanding, encouraging each other isnt love then what is love!"Babita and Mr Chatterjee separately said Anima and Swastik respectively,"Yess,true indeed. Isnt your anniversary tomorrow ?"Anima and Swastik replied,"Yes. It will be 51 years of togetherness and I still cant wait to grow more old with the wonderful person I married."

Episode 1 While the song "abhi nah jaayo chodkar" played in the background, Zoya ran all excitedly, juggled through the streets of Mussoorie, with a wide smile on her face. She held two letters in her hand while the sun completed his duty to shine brightly over the humongous valleys of the beautiful town. "Zoya beta aap subah subah kahan jaa rhi hai itni jaldi mein" asked a lady who was watering her plants in her flower shop. "Yash se milne, Mrs. Augustus" Zoya said pausing for a moment, getting her breath back. "Hum aapko baad mein batate hai. Abhi humein jaldi hai". She sprinted in a second without letting the lady complete her  line. She barged inside a a house and entered a room full of books. She jumped on the person sleeping on the bed. "AAAHHH ZOYA!"irritated Yash shouted at her while removing the blanket from his face. "At least tell me before jumping on me suddenly" he complained. "Oh stop your drama. Dekho mere paas kya hai" she pointed towards the letters. Yash grabbed his spectacles while getting up rubbing his eyes, which were kept on the side table and held the letters reading the name of the sender. ''Kya yeh woh hai jo main soch raha hoon?'' Yash asked with a smile on his face and his eyes beaming in excitement. ''Ji, hum Mumbai jaa rhe hai!'' Yash and Zoya were childhood friends who grew up in an orphanage in Mussoorie after their parents died in a car crash. Zoya had completed her MBA while Yash had cleared the IPS exam. Zoya had applied for the job in a multinational company HH Industries and Yash had applied for his placement in Mumbai as he wanted to be with Zoya. Their wishes were fulfilled as they both received the confirmation letters for the jobs. Zoya was on cloud nine. She had always dreamt of joining a large company where she could meet new people and earn a lot. Yash and Zoya had suffered a lot during their childhood due to poverty and the harsh behaviour of their caretaker. But finally the day came when Zoya could reach her ambitions. She smiled widely with her eyes filled with hope. Yash had always wished for her happiness more than anything. He prepared for his exams in the hope that if he got top scores, he will  be given the right to decide where to go. And he chose the place Zoya always wanted to go so that he could go with her. Yash watched Zoya's joy and excitement and couldn't resist hugging her. ''Congratulations Zoya'' he wished keeping his head on her shoulder. ''Congratulation to you too Yash'', she smiled. Zoya had considered Yash her best friend and her support. But she never thought of him more than a good friend. That was not the case for Yash. He had loved her immensely from the day Zoya first kissed him on the cheek when Yash had saved her from a street dog. Since the day they were seven, he never thought of anyone except Zoya. He had sacrificed his everything to make her the happiest. All he cared for was her. He wanted to confess her when they reach Mumbai. He was waiting for the right moment. He wanted Zoya and him to settle in their jobs before bringing up the topic of marriage because he knew what was more important for his love. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Zoya tum taiyyaar ho?" Yash asked while grabbing his car keys from the drawer. It was their first day at the jobs. Yash had prepared Zoya's breakfast and lunch while she was getting ready. He had packed it in the lunch bags as he knew Zoya would eat her breakfast in the car. "I am here. Lets go." Zoya said while coming out of her room wearing a peach embroidered kurti and a pair of jeans with nude stilletoes. She had her long black her curled and applied very light makeup to go with her dress. Yash was awestruck at the sight of how beautiful she looked. "Yash! Lets go" Yash got back to this senses and they both left their apartment to go to the Zoya's office. Its been a week since Yash and Zoya shifted to Mumbai. They had rented   two BHK apartment in Bandra because it was close to Zoya's office. Yash had been given a car for his duty by the government. They had settled in the new city well. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Excuse me. I am Zoya from Mussoorie. Its my first day of work. Can you tell me where I should go", Zoya asked the lady at the reception desk of HH Indutries. Zoya was instructed to go on the top floor of the building to meet her new boss Harshvardhan Hooda. She had only seen him in the newpapers or on TV. He was her idol. She had wished to meet him always and now she was outside his cabin, her palms all sweaty but her eyes filled with confidence. She knocked the door and as she went into the cabin, she saw a the head chair turned opposite her with a man sitting on that with his legs crossed and a file in his hand. "Good Morning sir. I am Zoya. Your new secretary starting today. Nice to meet you", she greeted with full enthusiasm. "Hmm" a short yet cold reply made her way. "What! Sirf hmm. Yeh kya hota hai. Humne itne pyaar se bulaaya aur yeh hai ki. Khair Zoya aaj aapka pehla din hai koi gadbad matt kijiyega." Her old habit of talking to herself in the lowest tone never left her side. She could do this at any time and at any place, no matter what. "Did you say something" asked her boss still not turning towards her. "No sir. I didn't say anything. Umm sir what should I do first?" Zoya asked to cover her foolishness. "Clean my desk. Sort out all the files but don't throw anything. Make sure you don't make sound because I hate being disturbed", and he again diverted his focus on his file after that cold lines. Zoya did as she was told. She cleared up the mess that was created on his desk. "Done sir", she said after finishing her work. He finally closed his file and turned around. Zoya looked at him shocked and surprised.+ "Aap" "What? Do I look funny to you?" "Who are you?" "Me? Your boss. President of HH Industries, Aditya Hooda. TheAdiyaTales Episode 2 Aditya Hooda was at one of the top positions of HH Industries, not just because his father was the chairman of the company, but he was more than capable for this role. He had spent almost his entire life in London studying, from elementary school to Oxford University, away from his family. A year ago, he returned back to Mumbai to take over the role as the President. He was an exquisitely handsome young man of thirty with a muscular build and well toned body. Aditya's fashion style was cherry on the cake. Always dressed formally in perfect fit suits and his Armani watch which he loved the most. He would have been perfect in all ways if his arrogance and harshness didn't poured out from his attitude and aura.+ On the other side, Zoya was breath-takingly beautiful. She was fun loving and a little quirky, as Yash would describe her. Zoya had a heart of gold, loved by everyone around her. Though she was talkative, and by that means, a lot. She had an unusual way to live her life, laughing at the most inappropriate places, crying out all of a sudden, doing things which sometimes shocked her best friend, even if he knew her the best. All that aside, she was extremely honest about what she felt. Zoya was straightforward, facing the world head on, which was the trait that Yash loved the most. Zoya's hopes of meeting her inspiration crashed to pieces when she saw an unfamiliar man as her boss. "But I was told I will be secretary to Mr. Harshvardhan Hooda.", she complained as this was not what she expected. He looked at her in the most digusted way after hearing her complain. "Look I don't have enough free time to give you any explanations regarding your stupidity or your immature work behaviour. One word more and you will be thrown out of this office. And I will make sure you never get a job elsewhere.", Aditya said in the harshest way possible. "Now go make me a cup of coffee. Hurry" As Zoya was making the coffee in the cafetaria, all she could do was talk to herself "Kya samajhte hai khudko. Matlab koi Aise baat karta hai employees se. Kitna achcha hota naa agar HH sir ke saath kaam karte. Kahan yeh Aditya ke chakkar mein fasa diya aapne Allah", she poured the coffee in the cup to take it to her boss. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Tum ro kyu rahi ho Zoya?" Yash enquired seeing Zoya in her room, continuously sobbing. "Humne Kya socha tha aur kya ho gya. Hum nhi jaa rhe kal se kaam par", Zoya said while sneezing her nose in the tissue which Yash handed over to her. "Arey baba kuch batayogi bhi yaa yoohi bachon ki tarah yahan baith kar royi jaayogi?", Yash said holding her hand. "Hum naa uss adhiyal..I mean uss Aditya Hooda ko bade pyaar se coffee lakar di aur....." ~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback: "Sir your black coffee", Zoya kept the coffee cup on his table. While looking at his files, he took the cup in his hand and the moment he sipped the coffee, his eyes became red with anger. He, with a great force, smashed the cup on the floor near Zoya, missing her by a centimeter. "Maine tumse ek chota sa kaam diya aur tumse woh bhi naa huya. Itni bakwaas coffee maine aaj tak nhi pee" He shouted while getting up. "Sorr..rry sir. I didn't know aapko coffee kaisi achchi lagti hai...", a tear escaped Zoya's eye when she apologised. "Shut up! I don't need excuses. This is the last time I am telling you how I like my coffee. If this repeats next time, you will be fired" ~~~~~~~~~~ "Humne aaj tak aisa sadu aur ghatiya aadmi nhi dekha. Isske baad saara din humse mazdooron jaise kaam karaya. Kam se kam hazaar baar daata hoga humein. Aur taane toh mahashaye ke kabhi band hi nhi hote.....", she kept on complaining about her boss while Yash carefully registered her every word in his mind. But all he could focus was her cute angry face and her hand movements being totally mersmerised. "Yash! Yash!", Zoya said waving her hand to alert Yash who was deeply concentrating on her beauty. "Huh? Haa? Kya keh rhi thi tum?", Yash asked getting back to his senses. "Kya hai Yash. Yahan hum apni life ki itni dukhbari dastan suna rhe hai aur aap hai ki apne khyalon mein khoye hai. Bataiye na hum kya karein?" Zoya was irritated with her new boss and his rude behaviour. "Zoya yaar tumhe kaun force kar raha hai uss company mein kaam karne ke liye. Tumhe isse better position mil sakti hai kisi aur badi company mein and you know that.", Yash said comforting her. "Yash hamara bachpan ka sapna hai Harshvardhan sir yaani ke hamare idol ki company mein kaam karne ka. Agar humein wahan kisi sweeper ki bhi job mil jaati toh hum kar lete. Aap yeh achche se jaante hai.", dissapointed Zoya said. "Jaanta hoon Zoya lekin aisa kya hai uss aadmi mein joh tum usko itna like karti ho." Yash enquired. "Harshvardhan sir hamare liye inspiration hai. Kaise unhone Itna bada empire akele ek choti si basti se shuru karke, poori duniya se ladhkar banaya hai. Aur woh gareebon ki kitni madad karte hai. Employees ko kitna pyaar dete hai. He is the best." Zoya's eyes glittered as she told Yash about her idol. "Zoya joh jaisa dikhta hai zaroori nhi ki woh waisa hi ho" Yash said in a very low tone thinking deeply looking at the floor. "Kya?" "Nothing. Chalo dinner is ready. I have prepared your favorite Rajma chawal. Lets dig in", Yash said cheering Zoya up. "Wow Rajma Chawal. Give me two minutes to freshen up." Zoya excitedly said going into the washroom. Yash stood up looking at the window thinking critically about something before going out to set the table.

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So you were waiting for this and times up, It's here.....😎 So so so lets start....🤘🏻 N yaa 1st thing any1😏 should knw is that my words has the power of capturing someones heart,soul,mind......☺ Chalo I wont start with that typical story tht you're good, lovely n all I just want to remind someone that she is beautiful❤ , but not like those girls in magazines, she is beautiful for the way she thinks. She is beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loves. She is beautiful for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No , she isn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks ,she is beautiful deep down to her soul. All i said about beautiful is one thing but it's another and most important thing to make her feel it too.....😘 So if even for ten seconds the world listens to me i would say one thing that she didn't need to be saved . She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she is. When she is happy, she cant stop talking and wen she is sad she doesn't say a word... I knw very well....😌 Its funny that i cant even remember that very first time i heard your name.😣. how do you not remember something that made such a big difference in your life? Still not got the answer to my mistake...🙄 You knw good people are like a burning candle , they burn themselves up to give others light... Aab samjhdaar ko isharaa kaafi h 😏😌😌😌 As you knw my favourite feeling is laughing with someone but i realize half a way through that how much i enjoy you and your existence coz mere Sadese joke pe tu hi hasti h sabse jyada😂😂😂😂😂 Ek poem sunau me padha tha kahin.... Roses are red🌹 Voilets are blue💙 I'll make chai for you everyday... Bas haan krde tu 😂😂😂😂 Par terko chai hi nhi pasand Mujhe coffe banai aati h haan...😏 Chal wo chodh😌 Let's continue Kyunki picture abhi baaaki h mere _____ (no dost..) 😂😂😂😂 Im happy to see you successfull till now and feels so wonderful... I know you can climb the highest mountains. Never lose faith in yourself darling....😘 You have worked incredibly hard.. The way in which you approach a challenge is exemplary. May you make it happen.... All i wish is your happiness... Aab tera kal exam h Colg me fir sadega mujhe 😴 Waise no all the best aab se coz i was going to wish you lots of luck lots mtlb lotttttts but i remembered that you have learned so much you do not need luck... Therefore i wish you lots of success.... Waise aaj k liye sorry... I laugh on you sometimes in class.. dont take it wrng I laugh bcoz after hearing all your jokes i found you to be cute😚 so automatically smile aajata h 😂😂 N yaaa im the person you can screw over a million times and i would still be there for you if you need me.....🤘🏻😗 Honestly babes... Im you biggest Fan....🙌🏻👏🏻 Im so proud of you... I jst wanted to tell you in case no one has... U knw that tere naam ALMAS ka matlb diamond hota h Thts it You're a diamond No one can break you God gave u this life bcoz he knew you were strong enough to live it...😃😃 To darne ka nhi.... Samjhlaa kaaye....😎 I think this is going big But kya karu kuch cheezeein khatam nhi ki ja sakti jaise yeh...😂. To kal ache se exam denaaaa ✍🏻 Proud feel karna aur karwaaanaa Okay🙃 Will miss you....🐵 Take care - Your BooBoo....❤

Shravan ran behind Suman as she ran and entered her room , he knew she was crying , crying badly…though he didn’t knew the reason for it , he wanted to know it.“Suman , Suman please open the door , please Suman , what happened? Suman please tell me , did I do something?? If yes please tell me what , please Suman….” Shravan was yelling while he was crying continuously banging the closed door of the room in a hope that Suman will open it but to no avail.He heard some slow sounds of sobs , “Suman….” He said one last time as now his own cries choked his throat and he wasn’t able to speak more, he sat taking the support of the door as streams of tears felled down his cheeks. Shravan’s POV:“ Tumhe Kabhi Apni Zindagi Mein Kuch Nahi Samajhta Tha…Ajj Tum Meri Zindagi Ban Chuki Ho…Tumhare Ansoon Kabhi Mayine Nahi Rakhte The….Ajj Wo Mere Ansoon Ban Chuke Hain…..(There were times when I didn’t thought you as anything…..Now You are my life……Your tears didn’t matter to me then………..Now they are mine…..)”I said the lines as I heard her tears , those days were different , today was completely different ,from a stranger she became my Soul. Writer’s POV:Suman sat on the floor taking the support of the door adjacent to Shravan from her side , she was still crying though trying to stop her cries so that Shravan doesn’t listen.“Shravan , I am sorry…..” Suman tried to speak with much difficulty as she tried to stop her tears , she wasn’t able to… Suman’s POV:“ Tum Meri Zindagi The , Ho , Rahoge….Par Mein Tumhari Zindagi Mein Koi Vajod Nahi Rakhti….Tum Mere Jeene Ke Maine Ho…Par Mein Tumhari Kuch Nahi Lagti…..(You were My life…..you are , you will be……….but I don’t have any place in your life………you are the reason for my Survival……..but still I am nothing to you)”I thought the lines which I myself penned down 5 years ago , things have changed , I have changed , he has changed……THINGS HAVE CHANGED.“Suman , remember out first so –called meet….” Shravan asked me while his voice easily revealed to me that he was crying, he continued speaking as I kept listening. Shravan’s POV: “ That day was a usual day , we were in 7th standard , together in the same section from last 2 years still we didn’t even talked a bit , maybe it was our ego only…………….” I was trying to talk to Suman when she cut in the middle.“ It was ego from your side Shravan , from my side , it was only my hidden LOVE…” I closed my eyes as I heard her.“ Yes , from your side it was your love that didn’t permit you to talk to me, class’s chui-Mui Suman who spoke so little , so slow(in voice) , so fast(In words) that even teachers needed to ask again that what were you saying…….” I said as a smile itself climbed up me as I remembered her funny antics.“ Teachers , Unhi Se To Dar Lagta Tha (I was afraid of teachers only)…..” She said as now her crying voice seemed to change a bit into some forced laughter’s.“ Acha , what I was saying , we didn’t talk to each other from 2 years though being together , that day , I was sitting in the class while next day it was our Hindi Exam and me being the topper needed to maintain it………”“ I wasn’t less either……” Suman said in a teasing tone. “ Still , you were always second sweetheart and if we add your class performance in all those public speaking Marks , You lacked a lot behind me…..” I replied enthusiasm filling me now.“ Yaa , yaa , a person like you who is so used to public speaking , how would he understand the pain of a stage-fearer……” Suman replied and it seemed that annoyance climbed up her due to my comment.“ Ok, Let me continue , don’t become the collage Sumo Wrestler now , So I needed to be the topper and I was doubtful regarding the syllabus and all my lovely dumbo friends took leave because they had to study , rest were those left who weren’t really supposed to study for the exams , they all passed with my support….” This girl again cut me.“ You know what Shravan , I hated this about you , you cheater cock , I don’t understand how a person’s principal’s can allow him to cheat…” “Suman , it was common , everyone in the class cheated , even Aditya , You know that sanskari Mahapurush yet he too told the test to anyone who asked , but off course exceptions like you are always there, You know my friends sitting in the exam hall with you used to curse you because you didn’t even move your eyes from your paper , acha Baba , let me remember my memories , don’t speak……..so I was forced to ask syllabus from you whom I just knew existed from last year that too because you scored more than me in some exams , so yup , I asked you ‘Suman , what is the Grammer Syllabus for tomorrow….’ and what I got was a pen dropping sound because you got too alarmed by someone’s call , then a filmy turn of a sehmi si Heroine who stared at me like I was there to eat her up ‘Shravan appne Bulaya…’ I could understand your lips reading because nothing seemed to reach my ears from your mouth and I just repeated the sentence wishing to end the conversation as soon as possible ‘ ‘ what I got was some blank reply from which I could neither make a head or tail , your speed and then the way you speak , in a second and so slow….” “ But you understood , right , thats why you said thanks and went….???” Suman asked me as I laughed.“ Thanks was a courtesy Suman and what I heard was nothing , I thought I would ask Aditya only because I couldn’t continue the conversation…….(I laughed again forgetting my tears that seemed to be too old now) That was like nothing , I didn’t thought about you after that though I remember thinking not to talk to you ever….” I was laughing like hell now. Suman’s POV: “ Yaa , I know its so easy for you , you know that day was like the best day of my life , the whole day at home I was thinking about you ,’ He asked me a question , wow , He considers me intelligent , he knows that I exist ‘ and so many more , your face seemed to come in my mind every now and then, because of you only na I lost my 1 mark in Hindi in which I was the best , even better than you…….” I told him as I remembered that day , expressing it in words wasn’t possible but still the whole day was rocking and shocking , I wasn’t an introvert at home though , in fact I was a full to enjoyable coolbie at home , I don’t know what happened to me in school but lets leave that topic , I was roaming around in my home with my Hindi book in my hand and my Shravan Malhotra in my mind , his one word too mattered like hell to me. “ Acha Shravan , thats why You didn’t speak to me for almost 6 months after that , How mean…..” I told him with anger.“ So what , you were so mean , you never told me that you liked me…..”“ I had fallen for you the very first day I saw you in my class in 5th standard but I was afraid , I wasn’t out of those cool-cool girls in the schools , those with puffs , clips in the hair , messy hair still looking awesome, I was a type of girl who had those well tied hair , a girl who would fall anywhere , anytime and look the most funniest creature in the world , girte- Padte rehna meri aadat thi aur tum , tumpar to kain Marti-Girti thi……”“ How do you know???”“ I don’t know , I heard it somewhere that Anuradha used to like you , and then she used to fight so much with you , I used to find you both a perfect pair , that serial type , Ladte Hain ,Par Pyaar Bhi Karte Hain( They fight but Love each other too), she used to be a topper as well and in 10th class seeing you roaming around with her on trip , you know how I felt……….” I said to him as he cut. “ Acha , thats why when I and Anuradha were sitting together in the ice cream parlour on Trip, you turned your face towards your friends like…………I just had a glance at you and I was like ‘I don’t look so bad that she needed to turn her face…’ Yaar , we were just friends who used to fight , you know she was jealous of me……..”“ There was another Shravan , Samukshi……..”“ Your friend Samukshi….seriously? She told you?”“ No , but what your friend , she was your friend as well , in fact more than me……”“ I know you didn’t had any friends na……” He teased me.“ I heard it somewhere that she too liked you , you know I was like she was perfect for you , a good debater , she was even good in studies and I even saw you happily talking to her…….”“ Oh God , Suman I never imagined you were such a jealous creature………seriously , they were my friends yaar….”“ But you were a part of those Boyfriend-Girlfriend type groups , I know, don’t deny now…….” I asked desperately.“ Yaa , but that doesn’t mean I had a girl friend…” He said in his angry monkey tone , wish I could see him but the door was still between us. “ Shravan , you know , you meant the world to me , I was afraid to tell you , I felt you’ll insult me in front of everyone and it will spread like a gossip , you know I was a kind of person who was happy hiding behind supporters rather than coming into limelight myself , I even hated when someone talked about me , someone tried to bring me to front then how could I accept that thing , I was scared of you and I had my reasons , I had the newest of thoughts of the world , the things which other people didn’t think to improve , I wanted to do that , I wanted to fight against biased ness between girls and boys and I myself was…..” I had tears remembering those worst memories of my life when I used to cry just because as usual I wasn’t able to speak nicely in some class speaking thing , It wasn’t once , it happened to me every time I had to speak , I seemed to be so mysterious , I seemed to be so quite , it was all , all result of my fear , I was scared to face people, I was scared that what might a person think about me, I had my worst of the experiences. “ Shravan , I was broken then , I seemed to be happy from outside but I can’t speak how my life was.”“ Suman , I was the cool dude of school , every girl wanted me but still I never found my princess in them , you know why because I wasn’t suppose to get a princess , I was supposed to get a fairy , an angel…….and It was you…………”“ Shravan , please , don’t just tell me that you love me because I do…..I know you don’t why would you???” I asked him as my past came in front of my eyes. Shravan’s POV:“ Suman , I really do , you know you didn’t matter to me for much of the time but that day , that day when I saw you , it was like a life-changer , I can’t share what I felt that day , our farewell party , it had been two years since our sections were changed , that day I just saw you and something happened to me , for the first time , some special feeling , my angel , I found her… I don’t know why my emotions took so much time to be revealed but it was special yaar……” I told her. Writer: Piyali Shravan’s POV:“ Suman , I really do , you know you didn’t matter to me for much of the time but that day , that day when I saw you , it was like a life-changer , I can’t share what I felt that day , our farewell party , it had been two years since our sections were changed , that day I just saw you and something happened to me , for the first time , some special feeling , my angel , I found her… I don’t know why my emotions took so much time to be revealed but it was special yaar……” I told her.Sounds of some slow sobs seemed to come from the other side , “ Our farewell party Shravan , I can never forget that , it was the last time I saw you , last time before collage……” She said as she again started to cry.“ For me it was the first time to me that you existed…..You came in the auditorium in that light pink suit with your straight hair and the same fear on your face…..all girls and boys were looking towards you , no one knew that that girl with two pleats could look so good , I remember Anaihita was talking to me when suddenly she paused , I was like , what happened and she just said ‘Turn Back’ I did and I was shocked , you know for next 10 minutes my eyes were struck on you….” she cut me.“ Alright , you found me beautiful on an occasion and you think you love me….great…” Her anger visible in her voice.“ No Suman , it wasn’t like that , it was just that I noticed you, I looked at you and then was never able to look anywhere else…..” I said as I remembered that day.“ Do you really love me Shravan..???” Her innocent question came next.“ Do you have a doubt Suman..???” I asked.“ I am sorry Shravan for whatever I did in collage…..” I laughed out loud , her collage antics , Ok let me just clear , after school I had lost my heart to her but was not able to tell her and contact with her , Impossible , till plus 2 I don’t even think she had a phone for her own self and her nature , no doubt I had to turn a Romeo , then she went to some other city , Ok to be precise to Mumbai where I landed 6 months ago after a complete of 2 years of separation. Suman’s POV:After school , I came to Mumbai for my further studies , I don’t know how , when and why but I was completely changed in an year , completely , from the darpok Suman I became the Sumo wrestler , Collage’s Diva and the angry Young girl who would break someone’s head if someone messed with me , Ragging students with my gang , enjoying with them , chilling out everything was my life , I loved this life , much more than my school life and here came the twist in my life , My school love back in my life but completely changed , Shravan came but I never came to know that he was my Shravan , wish I had , Me and my friends ragged that Shy boy from a small city and made fun of our classmate Shravan never knowing that he was My Shravan Malhotra , wish I had known , it was something like a role reversal between us , I turned out to him and he turned out to be me.“ Kahan Kho Gayi….” Shravan asked as I was remembering those days.“ Shravan , why you never told your caste…?? You were so changed face wise thats why I wasn’t able to recognize you…” I complained.He laughed , “ Suman , I was able to recognize you very nicely and I was loving the change in you so how could I tell you that I was Shravan , I thought you’ll beat me like hell if I told you that I was the same Shravan who had by mistake pushed you down the bench in 5th standard…..” That is bad.“ Shravan , I even ragged you and you were so changed , you became totally shy…..” I asked confused“ Ahan….I am not shy…not at all but I just wanted to see your boldness ….remember when you and your gang threw eggs at me on my entry…”“ Sorry….”“ When you tripped me down and I fell down…….”“ Sorry…”“ When you snatched my project and submitted it as yours , you didn’t cheat , right???” He asked like a teacher.“ Shravan , it was you who spilled coffee on my project…..” I complained.“ By mistake and on what , on your half complete cover page…..” He was laughing at my explanations.“ You and your collage antics Suman but the best one was today one when you got to know that I am Shravan Malhotra…..Yaar , No problem na…..why you started crying……” Shravan asked me still laughing.“ I am sad na Shravan , I hurt you sooooooo much , I used to spoil your homeworks , disturb you , and every other thing I can do so that I can remain the topper and you never minded , sorry na….. “ I was again feeling low.“ Oh God Suman , I enjoyed it na yaar , Seriously , I am loving this Sumo wrestler a lot……don’t cry because of that infact I am sorry , I know how much I hurt you….first of all you loved me so much and then you had to bear so much….” He assured me.“ Shravan , you heard me today backstage…..”“ Yaa I did…..” Shravan’s POV:By the way I suppose I forgot to tell , today was our collage fest and also award giving day and so Sumo Madam came to know my name because my whole name was announced when I got the best sportsman award and then she turned to Suman Tiwari –the bechari , Realisation struck my Sumo and she realized that I am her Shravan Malhotra , by the way today , another realization struck me too that she loves me.“ Shravan , what you heard…???” Her voice came from the other side.“ Everything………..” I smiled.“ Shravan …..”“ Ok Baba , I just heard that you can’t love anyone else because you love a handsome hunk called Shravan Malhotra….”“ Oh God , I never used Handsome Hunk…..” She angrily said.“ Ok Baba sorry , now atleast open this door , I am waiting from so much time so see your face…..” She didn’t reply after that.Suddenly I felt the support behind me vanish as I almost fell down because the door was opened but I got saved , Suman held my head in her lap.“ I won’t let you fall down….” She smiled.“ You love me , right???” She asked again.“ You don’t trust me Suman….” I replied angrily still in her lap.She smiled as she laughed , “ Just say that na then……..”“ What??” I asked naughtily.“ Shravan….”“ Ok , Now you are scaring me, Ok I love you Suman………………I love you……….” I shouted like a mad. She kept her hand on my lips and closed her eyes.“ I love you too…..” She slowly said in my ears still closing her eyes. I hugged her tightly not to leave her ever.Besharmiyan, barbadiyan.. Hai ishq ki shaitaaniyanYe fitoor jo sir pe sawaar hoJeena bhi phir Dushwaar hoKiski majal koi rok leKiski majal koi tok leIshq k junoon ruke nahiHe bawari yeh aashiquiGustaak si yeh aashiquiBekhauf bhi ye aashiqui Badi he ajaab kasi yeh talaabyeh he aashiquiziddi badi…!badi saar firee hai yeh aashiquiKiski majal koi rok leKiski majal koi tok leIshq k junun ruke nahiHai baawaari yeh aashiquiGustaak si yeh aashiquiBekhauf bhi ye aashiquiBekhauf si ye aashiqui Jo yeh sang chaale Sang challeJo yeh rang chadhe Rang ChadePhir kya fikaar koi kya kaheYeh hai wo aag jo na bhuj sakeAise baarishe jo na thaaam sakeIshq ke junun ruke nahiHai baawaari yeh aashiquiGustak si yeh aashiquiBekhauf bhi ye aashiquiBekhauf si ye aashiqui(Yeh aashiqui bawriYeh aashiqui gustaakh si..)This Is my Suman , My Suman , she is the Suman I love her a lot , a lot………No Matter what she’ll always be mine and I’ll Always be hers. We both will always be each others.

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