The Great ASR

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May 24

The Great ASR (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 46 times)

Disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction, I made it up :) don't take it seriously and comment and press thank you button. 




Prologue 



“ASR…” Khushi examined the face of the man in black tuxedo. She blinked once and looked away, her head held high while his hand hung in air without a sound begging to be touched by hers. He stared at her face without pulling his hand back to his side, adamant to have a handshake with the woman who has managed to steal his heart for 3 years, 4 days, 54 minutes and few seconds. It's hard to remember seconds, his mind defended itself.

“I,” she took a sip of whiskey and continued now looking in his eyes, “Don't shake hands with strangers.”

Insult. Rejection. Hurt.

But he hid it.

“I don't think I'm a stranger.” he maintained the eye-contact, capturing pearls of mischievous tingles, her hazel orbs were offering for free. He would trade himself for her, she was that good, at least for him...

“I don't know you, so you ARE stranger!” she stressed calmly. How she hated business parties. Boring. Stupid. Fake.

And she hated these three elements to the core especially the third one… if she could, she would kill every fake man on earth...but she couldn't. Could she kill her own family who were just as fake as everyone else here? No. Because no matter what, she loved them.

“Well-” he began only to be cut off by her.

“-I want to be left alone, I hope you will respect my priorities, Mr. Whoever you are!” she turned to face bartender and ordered another whiskey.

“Good to see you, Miss Khushi,” he said to her back.

‘Good night, Mr-”

“Arnav, my name.”

“Okay...good-” she turned around only to find him gone.

She shrugged and laughed to herself. Strange man, she thought.

“He is ASR and is filthy rich...when I say rich...I mean he is richest man in India where he lives and is….I don't seem to remember his net worth…” the bartender said thoughtfully.

“You seem to keep tabs on him?” khushi teased him.

“Everyone knows him…and its his party, mind you,” he laughed handing the glass of juice to another girl who walked away uninterested in what they both were talking about.

“He is average looking man with money...what's good about that?”

“Average looking? He is so handsome. OMG!”

“ARE YOU GAY?” khushi whisper yelled and he nodded sheepishly. “Aww my cute jalebi…” khushi pinched his cheek and he blushed.

“You making fun of me?”

she shook her head and laughed. “I love gays, when I become president of USA, I'm going to give them equal rights in everything. They are so real and cute and honest and-”

“Excuse me…” a gentle voice interrupted khushi’s chatter.

“Yes!?” said the bartender named Raul.

“Water...fresh water.”

“Khushi!” the woman turned to see a surprised khushi.

“Not intrested!” khushi replied and furrowed her brows. She wanted to be left alone. She wanted to enjoy her time with real people not rich, crazy fakers. And she didn't care if she was acting rude.

“Rude B itch!” khushi heard her say and rolled her eyes.    

“Here!” Raul handed her water and she walked away.

Raul shook his head looking at ASR’s sister complaining (probably) about him. “She was ASR’s sister…”

“Ask me if I give a fûck?” he laughed despite the fact that he could lose his job.

“I like you...too bad I am gay and-”

“-have your eyes on ARS!” khushi grinned.

Now she was drunk. The brighter side of business parties: you could get drunk and dance with strangers without your parents’ having any objection. But khushi would get drunk and make bartenders her friends something her entire family despised. Again she had this liberty to do what she wanted in business parties without letting her family's so-called well being or name down. They took pride in these and Khushi detested these two, not to the core though. She liked her surname, it sounded cool to her ears. Khushi Gupta.



“ASR-”

“-Hush-”

She ran in his direction and he let her hug him. “Raul is gay and he has a crush on you...He is so sweet and cute and everything and- and- what the fûck?” she giggled holding his arm looking at highly embarrassed Raul who stood with eyes and mouth shut tightly. “I heard you gonna fire him...don't!” khushi said cutely. His stares became intense but khushi was unaware. “You won't, will you?”

“No, I won't.” he said without thinking for a second. The power she had over him...He sighed when she left his side and ran in the arms of another man...her boyfriend.

Zayn.

How he hated him. Not just him but everything about him. The four alphabets Z.A.Y.N were in his hate list.

“My beautiful khushi,” he heard him telling her, his eyes turning red with anger.

“You think I'm beautiful?” khushi asked Zayn and The great ASR replied in his head ‘yes you are more beautiful than any woman in here or out there or anyone born in the past or would born in future. Khushi YOU ARE FÚCKING BEAUTIFUL.’

“More than mermaids.” he clenched his fist hearing Zayn’s perfect reply. How could Zayn act so confidently around her? He has no idea.

“Aww Mermaids kill people!” khushi said dramatically loud capturing other’s attention. ‘You fúcking killed me…’ ASR gritted his teeth as he mentally fight her ghost.

“You kill people too baby girl…” Zayn chuckled softly kissing her neckline. ‘Get away from her…’ Arnav wanted to punch Zayn in the face but kept it all within himself.

“You calling me...a...killer!” khushi gasped and both laughed crazily.

You are a killer…’ ASR whispered. He felt needles piercing through his body as khushi pecked Zayn’s lips.

“Let's go to beach, Alley, Mira, Liz and others are there too.”

“Take me somewhere nobody could see us...Zayn I want to dance with the air and you to see me all the while.”

‘I will take you everywhere you want…’ but khushi had no power to read people's mind so it stayed only a secret to ASR.

“Well, as you wish my princess.”

No she is my queen…’ but they were walking away already unaware of his battles.



Arnav watched them exit, his eyes full of hope...something too dangerous for him. Hope that she would love him the way she loved Zayn.

“The Great ASR falling for a Mermaid.” Raul thought after ASR left the party. He shook his head...anyone can fall for Khushi and ASR was human too. He just wished ASR was a gay, they both would have make a perfect couple. 

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Tired of reading dark ASR? Here is the cute one but he is love sick puppy. 

Okay so I watched this video on crash course about 'the great Gatsby' the novel :D. I Didn't read it but i got inspired from whatever John Green told me :-) the story is my own imagination. To be honest I am not sure how long it will be.

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Jul 27

The Great ASR (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 35 times)

THIS IS GONNA BE CHEESY FICTION!!!




Chapter#1





After the party in Arnav’s place, he was reading a book in his study room when his sister decided to interrupt. 

“Arnav!” he heard her voice and wondered what made her angry. She didn’t call him chotte. He raised his head from the book and answered, “Yeah?”

 

“We need to talk.” He rolled his eyes.

“Now?” it was 1 am now.

“Since you are awake why not now? Moreover, I am going to Paris for three days.”

“Why?” he asked dumbly.

“Its our sixth wedding anniversary, I told you earlier!” Anjali replied irritated. Can’t her brother remember simple things about her life like Shyam does? “I guess I should just stop bothering you. Your mind is preoccupied, anyway…” she turned around to leave.

“Di, wait…okay I’m sorry. I have been busy for a while.” He stood in front of her and bite his lip, something he did when he was nervous.

“For a while? Or for three years, Arnav?”

“Stop calling me Arnav…Don’t be so mad at me di…” he begged, she was like a mother to him and he loved her dearly.

“Nope! I will not call you chotte anymore…. you have changed Arnav. Look at you! You live only for that rude bi- “

“-Di!” his voice came out louder than intended and he regretted immediately.   

“WHAT?” she shouted back.

“Di I-“

“-You have three days Arnav.” She said calmly, folding her arms on her chest, “Three days and you will be seen with a girl, well settled. I want to see you married. For God sake, you are twenty-eight! Are you going to spent rest of your life waiting for a girl?”

“I love her!” he insisted angrily, she knew him better than anyone but still she wouldn’t try to understand his situation.

“Then marry her.” She said coolly.

“Di…you got to be kidding me.” He was flabbergasted. Khushi would never marry him. He shuddered thinking about the whole rejection thing.

“Three days Arnav and I will be back from Paris. I want to see you preparing for your wedding-“

“-Impossible!” he shook his head.

“Fine! Then forget that you have a sister…” her voice firm and he knew she wasn’t kidding or emotionally blackmailing him. She was dead serious.

“Why are you-“

She cut him off, “-am I what?” she dropped her hands on her side, a frown appeared on her forehead and anger danced in her eyes. Arnav noticed it all! “Even though I think the girl is unsophisticated, rude and unfeminine, I am still accepting her for your sake. And you can’t propose a girl, you claim to love? Where is my ever so confident brother?”

“Its different!”

“Nothing is different its just that you have been reading a lot of Mir Taqi Mir lately.”

“Di, it has nothing to do with the type of poetry I read. She doesn’t love me!”

“You have three days! Arnav Singh Raizada,” she gestured him to unblock her way and he reluctantly moved aside. “If you can save dad’s sinking empire then why not your future?” she exit the room with those historic words.

“Empires have no feelings!” no reply and sighed frustrated.

He sat down and stared at the volume of Mir Taqi Mir’s poetry, lying on the table, for a long time. He thought and thought but nothing came.

“Di doesn’t understand that saving an empire is different from what she wants me to do.” He muttered to himself.

“Well maybe she is right…use the very basic rule of diplomacy and rhetoric.” The businessman within him told him to manipulate the whole situation in his favor. But no, he wouldn’t use a wrong mean to get khushi. She was too good to be betrayed by him.

“Well then forget you have a sister!” came a reply from his brain.

“She would never leave me!” he told himself!

“She would, you know that. She is probably the most stubborn woman on earth.” He suddenly felt insecure, what if di really left him? No, she wouldn’t! but what if she did?

Then khushi’s smiling face when she was hugging him flashed in front of his eyes. How nice it all was: her body right next to his. What was wrong if he tried other ways to get her?

But she loved that Zayn!

“You could make her fall in love with you!”

“easy to say!” he rolled his eyes.

“That’s what your enemies said when you said, you were gonna rebuilt the Raizada company! Are you enemy of your own dreams?” he had nothing to reply. The voice in his head, he had tried to ignore for three years, was after all right.

Even though he knew his sister would probably melt away with his pleadings, he decided to get khushi in a deceitful manner. So what if it was all wrong? He loved her more than anyone can love her. Even more than that zayn.

He grabbed his mobile and called Aman, his best friend and an investor.

“Aman…how are you? ....yeah I need you to find financial states of Guptas and Maliks….in 2 hours?...yeah okay…. See you tomorrow at lunch…bye!”

He kept the phone down and opened his MacBook. He googled both families and surprisingly there was enough information about the family. Khushi was orphan and lived with her uncle. It was a painful experience because everywhere she was accompanied by that Zayn. In fact, she was famous for her style and fashion sense and her dating Zayn.

He shut the laptop and took a deep breath, its 2 am. He sighed and decided to get sleep for an hour until Aman sent the report. Tomorrow was going to be a long day after all.

 

Right after an hour, he was awake and he found file lying on the side table and Aman sleeping beside him. He chuckled. He sat up and grabbed the file.

He absorbed the information he needed and put the file back on the table. He felt happy, nervous, and excited.

There was hope! Oh how he loved his sister for pushing him out of his comfort zone. He was smiling ear to ear. Already planning his future with khushi.

“Why are you smiling like a stupid?” his trance was broken by Aman who woke to see Arnav day dreaming.   

“I’m getting married to khushi!” he couldn’t hide his over whelming emotions and laughed.

“The Gupta girl?” he sat up straight. “Man, you are lucky! She is so ho- I mean beautiful!”

Arnav nodded his head, smile not leaving his face.

“So what’s the plan?”

“As per your reports, Mr. Gupta is in debts and he will be bankrupt soon and his beloved family has no idea. If Mr. Malik know what we know, he will never marry his son with daughter of a poor soon to be bankrupt! You will convey this message to him and offer him investment in his new middle east project…don’t worry your money will be safe...Mr. Malik loves money more than he loves his family. I have met him a couple of times so I know him. Di will meet Mr. Gupta for me. Don’t look at me like that! I can’t risk being involved directly… I know I am betraying her but I really have no choice. Di is acting all weird. You know her, don’t you? She told me she would break her ties with me if I did nothing with my life. I am so confused!”

“Calm down, Arnav!” Aman chuckled, “I will handle everything and chill. You are the great ASR, act like one!”

Arnav smiled and felt confident.

He was going to be alright!  

 


Aug 13

The Great ASR next part is up (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 32 times)

Chapter 2







“KHUSHI!!!” Shashi Gupta screamed from the top of his lungs.

Khushi scared away hearing her father like uncle shouting at her, a thin layer of tears blurred her vision. Her lips quivered and Shashi Gupta melt away.

“I...Khushi, why don’t you understand? We are in trouble and i don’t want you to be a part of this mess.”

“Why not? If I can be a part of your happiness then why not your troubles? And why all of a sudden Ar- whatever his name is want to marry me?”

“I would rather have you married than to humiliate you in anyway. We are are old but look at you! You are young and beautiful and the guy is good. He loves you that’s why he wants to marry you!” Garima interrupted father-daughter conversation.

“So what? Mom I-”

“Khushi, why don’t you meet him once?” Payal intervened knowing her sister very well. Even though they were of different nature, but still dad was right after all.

Khushi seemed thoughtful and shashi took the chance, he walked closer to her and said, “Go and meet him. And your decision will be the final one!” khushi nodded. “Your parents would have done the same khushi, trust me.” khushi looked in the eyes of the old man and felt overwhelmed. It was unusual for them to have emotional talk but they all loved each other even if they seldom showed it off. Her parents decided to leave her alone and started walking away.  



Khushi glanced at her sister, Payal smiled unlike her usual fake one, it was genuine exclusively for her family. Payal was married to a well off guy named Akash and they were quite happy. And now if khushi would get married, it would somehow bring good to family.

“Can i get his number?” she asked getting her voice back.

“SURE! I will give you his sister’s number, ask her.” Payal said and they both started walking upstairs.

“Oh no! She is a ****!”

“Stop being so straightforward.”

“Its like asking me to stop breathing.” Payal chuckled at her reply.

“What do you think about it? I am so confused.” khushi asked walking in the long corridor which eventually led to her room.  

“I think you should give it a try! Life is too short to overthink.”

“Hmm.” khushi opened the door of her room and settled with her sister on her king sixed bed.

“He is a nice guy. I only googled him, though. Meet him up if you don’t like him we are with you.” khushi nodded and there fell silence for minutes. Khushi fidget with the pillow in her lap and Payal battled with herself about whether she should talk to khushi or not.

“Reckon what happened to zayn?” she decided to talk.

“I don’t know. I am worried!”

“You don’t think he ran away?”

“No. I have known him for years, he is not escapist. Its his **** parents.”

“You love him?”

“I love him but...its complicated!”

“Got ya!”

“I mean, I know everything about him. And he, well, he even understand the language of my eyes. Could you believe it? We both are like mind readers of each others. Sometimes when i think of “us” I don’t get excited about it. I love him but this love will never be as adventurous as i want it to be.” she threw the pillow off her lap and turned completely towards Payal, “He has his own worries, his dreams, his enemies, and of course his parents!”  

“Is this what stopping you?”

“Not really. I don’t want relationships, i want freedom. I want adventure. I want myself only for myself. I dream of being a sparrow.”

“Even sparrows get married!”

“UGH I HATE YOU!”

“Fine. just meet him up! Alright?”

  

Khushi nodded reluctantly.


Arnav was sitting with his sister who was sulking about the fact that Shyam could not come because of some “work”. But Arnav’s heart was dancing with joy but he kept a straight face. He would had to convince his sister to stay but well Shyam decided to help. He felt bad for ruining his sister’s 100th honeymoon but felt it was necessary and jija ji would make it up for her, anyway.

“Di, it was like 1000th honeymoon of yours!” she glared at him but before she could answer him , her phone rang and a grin broke on her face. “It’s khushi!” Arnav sat up straight, his eyes glued to the phone, heart suddenly started beating faster, his mouth went dry. what if she refuse to marry him? All the bad thoughts surrounded his head like a tall shadow of his physical self.

“Hello!” Anjali spoke excitedly, turning the loudspeaker on so Arnav can hear.

“HI! It’s Khushi Gupta aka rude b itch.” came cheerful greetings from khushi. Arnav closed his, embarrassed. Why? Just why his sister has to use that kinda word for khushi? How will he face her now. Anjali noticed Arnav’s expression and rolled her eyes, thinking, "things I do for you chotte!"

“First, i would like to apology for that night!” Arnav instantly looked at his sister who glared at him and he smiled gratefully.

“Apology accepted. Can I get your brother’s number?” Arnav almost jumped to give his number but somehow controlled his impulses.

“Why?”

“Duh! I need to talk to him.”

Anjali suddenly felt all protective for her little brother.but decided to give his number since he was begging silently.

“Chotte. If this girl hurt you in anyway, she is going to see the worst version of Anjali.” his sister left.

After 5 minutes, his phone rang.

Sweet Creature XD calling…

Sweat beads formed on his forehead and upper lip. What if she said she will not marry him?



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I'M SOOOOO SICK :( BUT DIDN'T WANT TO SHOW UP WITHOUT AN UPDATE. APOLOGIES FOR BEING LATE FOR THE SHORT UPDATE. 


Aug 21

The Great ASR-next part is up :) (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 41 times)

I Have an important announcement to make: I MADE this story up and YOU DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. ALL the content is fictional, events, places, rules, everything is fictional. THANK YOU! 






Chapter 3




                                                           "Issa Yes!"





He quickly glanced at rear view mirror to see if he looked good enough as he saw her approaching his car. She was wearing a light peach colored, sleeveless sundress with white lilies scattered all over the fabric. It reached her knees.

He has just met her father a minute ago and he had somehow assured him that khushi wasn’t bad or as rude as people think she was. She was, in fact, very good at heart. He didn’t needed explanation about her character and personality, he knew who she was and how she presented herself. But he couldn’t reveal his secret to her father, could he?

It seemed like Arnav was lost in thoughts, so khushi had to knock the window from passenger side and he felt stupid for getting lost in his own thoughts. He rushed to unlock the door for her and she was inside in a second after he unlocked the door. She placed her bag in the back seat and fixed her hair in rear-view mirror before saying, “HI! Its hot today, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, its New York City,” and she laughed as if it was the joke of the year. He stared at her laughing until he suspected she was watching him too. He started the engine and brought the car back to life. They sat in silence as the car raced on the wide, sunny road.

“So…” khushi broke the silence and Arnav felt nervousness eating him up. He wasn’t ready. He was not ready for anything, be it rejection or acceptance. He has loved her from far and he had gotten so comfortable in that position that her presence bothered him. When he breathed, he felt like she was watching him breath and judging the way he did so and counting number of times he breathed per minute. But it was all in his head. Because he was so insecure about his position in her life that he failed to trust his own self in her matters.

He cleared his throat. “Where would you like to go?”

“Somewhere near the ocean, but not crowded. I hate big crowds, sometimes.”

“Sure!” he knew exactly where he was going to take her.

It was a small restaurant with big glass windows, offering the best views of ocean while you were eating or just sitting like Arnav did most of the time he came there.

“These people seem to know you.” she asked as people greeted Arnav with an air of friendliness.

“Yeah. i don’t live in space, do I?” He felt defensive, like if he didn’t defend himself she would judge him wrong. It was the most important evening of his life and he needed some courage, some stamina to fight for what he thought he deserved and loved dearly.  

“To me you are alien, Mr. Raizada.”

“Arnav, thats my name.”

“So Arnav, you know my family is getting me married to you because, well, you are rich and i wouldn’t end up on road with them.” he was prepared for her straight forward speech. He decided he wasn’t going to act like a pretentious ****. He was going to absorb her words and offer an answer, that's all. “So basically i am marrying you because you are rich.”   

“No, I don’t believe it.” he said smiling politely at the waiter who came to ask whether they liked to have something or not. But they decided they needed to talk first then eat and drink.

“Money doesn’t matter to you khushi, your sundress costs ten dollars and its second hand because you are an environmentalist and you think buying new clothes would add up to waste and your slippers, they are second hand too.”

“Do you spy me?”

“Well, we are at every business party together, its okay if you refuse to notice me.”

“Yeah, didn’t know someone was a ****ing creep!”

It angered him. “To me you are an institution khushi. And i never spied intentionally. I just kept descovering you everywhere i went.”

“What if I tell you, I don’t want to marry you and that I love someone else and I would like you to leave me the **** alone?”

It broke his heart but he wasn’t that weak or maybe he decided to act brave. 

“I would walk away.”

Khushi stared at his face to find a lie but it was transparent. She saw hard lines on his face, all of them were original. He would leave her if she told him to.

“This place is good.” she said after a moment of silence. 

“Yeah" Arnav nodded as he starred out of the window. The sun would set here and now birds were flying in the air making khushi jealous.

“ I am too complicated to be someone’s wife.”

“I know, right? When i was fourteen, i would actually cry thinking no woman would ever marry me!”

“You didn’t do that!” she was shocked at his honesty..

“I kinda did but I am not proud of it, though.” he felt embarrassed even thinking about it.

“No one is proud of their teen age years. They sucked a big deal.”    

They sat in silence for minutes until waiter interrupted again with two glasses of champagne and asked if they wanted something more.

“I am hungry, bring anything vegetarian.” khushi said to the polite waiter.

“Same.” and waiter walked away.

“I know, you are not vegan!” khushi raised her eyebrow.

“I have a thing for vegans,” he said smiled, feeling relieve. It wasn’t awkward at all.

“Why are you not vegan, then?”

“I am a man.”

“That’s not a justification,” she supported her chin with her hands and looked straight at his face.

“It is! In a way, though.” his smile wasn’t leaving his face and he felt stupid.

“How?”

“Women can sacrifice everything for what they believe in and love, on the contrast, men kinda miss that mark.”

“I insist, you explain a bit more.”

“I have grown up between a lot of women, my mother, grandmas, nannies, my sister, cousins, aunts and the list goes on. They all share this single quality of what i call, Determination. All the women, i think have this one thing in common. But that’s my observation.”

“You are so naive!” she laughed and started combing her hair with her fingers.

“That’s the last thing someone would ever tell me.”

“I would like to add this particular thing in your naive observation that is: woman are born with determination but not every women retains it when she grow up.” the waiter arrived with two glasses and he put the bottle in the middle. “A lime, please.”

The waiter went away and came back with two plates of what looked like salad to Arnav.

“What is it?” he asked making a disgusted face.

“It’s vegetarian Courgette carpaccio, sir. Don’t worry, it tastes very delicious.”

Arnav didn’t reply and khushi looked amused. “Oh my God!” she laughed. The waiter stood waiting for Arnav to taste. 

“What? Go away man.” he was scared of tasting new food.

“Thank you!” khushi grinned as the waited walked away trying to stifle his laugh.

He ate, with hand on his heart. Khushi stared at his face, waiting for his reaction like a child watching magic show waiting for magic to happen.

He looked in her eyes as he chewed, she raised her eyebrows asking, if he liked or not.

“It’s ****ing awesome. Whao! Its great.” khushi relaxed and laughed along him. It felt nice discovering who he was and how he felt about certain things versus common stuff.   

“I had once upon a time, in my childhood, tasted a very horrible dish and from that day, I am scared of tasting new stuff,.” he confessed as he swallowed food stuff in his mouth. “It’s weird, I know…”

“Its not! Everyone has fears.”

“You have one?”

“I have many. Like i am scared of marriages.”

“Can i know why?”

“I think you would become a beast and chain me up in your castle of gold and expect me to be your trophy wife and your family would expect me to be an ideal type of woman which only exist in their imaginations. I am someone else. I am a free born khushi.”

“And I respect that about you khushi.”

“Things change after wedding.”

He stayed silent. They ate in complete silence. Both lost in their thoughts.

‘I invite you to trust me, that’s all I can say. I am not really a person who makes promises and all but I do know I like you a lot.” he skipped the “love” part intentionally.

“We should leave.”

“You don’t want dessert?” the waiter asked as he came back to collect empty plates from the table.

“Nope. some other day, sure.”

“Would love to see you again.” he smiled at khushi.

They settled in his car, he drove her home.

“I like you, Arnav. And yes I will marry you but I am khushi before I am your wife or my parent’s daughter and my identity matters more than anything in this world, i will never sacrifice it for anyone.”

“I will remember that.” he felt all the excitement rushing through his body.

“SHE SAID YES….OH MY GOD DI I LOVE YOU.” Anjali stared at the phone with her eye widen. has her brother gone mad or what? but she laughed, anyway. 







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Sep 19

The Great ASR-next part is up :) (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 30 times)

Chapter 4






                                             "Cute!"






Khushi stood in front of zayn’s house with determined look. She knew, she wasn’t supposed to be here. Her family was humiliated by these very people but still zayn mattered and she was worried. His phone is off. No one has seen him for a week now. Elle even said that he has left the country.

She walked up to the door and knocked the door. Mrs Malik stared back at khushi’s face with anger and surprise.

“Can I see Zayn?” khushi asked trying to peep into the house over Mrs Malik’s shoulders.

“Didn’t he call you?”

“He did!! And he said you people have kidnapped him so i am here to save him.”

“Get out of here Khushi. I know what you trying to do. “ khushi rolled her eyes.

“I need to see zayn.” she said sternly.

“He is not home.”

“Liar!”

“He chose us over you.” Mrs Malik said proudly.

“Sure!” khushi snorted. And the door was shut on her face. She sighed and walked back to her car. Just when she was about to drive back, something clicked in her brain. She started exploring her bag and found ring, the ring zayn had brought on their engagement. She wore it back and started knocking the door of his house loudly.   

“I am gonna call police and tell them you are hiding my fiance away!”

“He is no longer your fiance!”

“Here!” khushi showed her finger and smirked. “Here is the proof!”

“He isn’t home.”

“Let me see then..”

“Leave him alone khushi.”

“Sure once i make sure you haven’t kidnapped him.”

“Go on!” she let khushi in. khushi ran upstairs in his room only to find it empty with his things placed neatly on their respective places by his mother.

“Where is he?” she asked the woman behind her his mother.

“He...he…” she started sobbing and khushi turned to face the woman.

“What? Is he okay? Is he hurt or what?”

“He is in Los Angeles.”   

“Why are you crying?”

“Go away khushi. I am crying because of you!”

“Excuse me?”

“He hates us because of you!” the moment Mrs Malik said that khushi knew exactly what happened.

She laughed emptily, “All his life, he sacrificed himself to make you happy and what did you give him? Betrayal and hateful memories. Tragic!”

Khushi walked out of zayn’s house and drove back to hers. On entering the living room of gupta house,, she was greeted by her very excited soon-to-be in laws, beaming at her. Anjali walked up to khushi and dragged her in the middle of the room. She introduced khushi to her mami, nani, mama, cousins and their children and her dadi in the end. Khushi lost count of people so she just waved at them and cheered, “Hi! What’s up?”

anjali wanted to smack her forehead. How could khushi be so unsophisticated and yet be loved by her brother? Arnav’s description of an ideal partner was someone sophisticated who would know how to play piano and who would cook delicious foods and who would be traditional like their mom was and who will be an introvert like he was.   

And khushi was exact opposite. Look at the girl’s clothes! So cheap. Arnav wore nothing other than luxurious branded stuff and khushi...well… Anjali rolled her eyes.   

Anjali scanned her family’s faces and realized she was not the only one who was lost in thoughts. They refused to respond to her cheerful greeting so anjali cleared her throat. They all forced a smile on their faces and greeted her. Expect NK who was most excited of them all. He texted Arnav.

  • BRO SHE IS HOT!!!!

  • F(K OFF NK.

  • WHAT???

  • Nannav has blocked. You can't text or call him unless they unblock you.

NK giggles seeing the notification. Really? Arnav thought he could get away from teasing?

“Come, come. Sit here.” NK jumped from his seat and offered her his seat.

“No, thanks. I would like to freshen up first.” she smiled at him and turned to exit the room before glancing at her parents who smiled at her reassuringly. She went into kitchen and ordered to prepare tea with cookies. 

After about 10 minutes, she walked back and sat beside Anjali.

“Arnav will be here in few minutes.” anjali announced smiling.

Khushi glanced at her hand and realize she was wearing zayn’s ring. She pulled it and when she saw maid leaving after serving tea and cookies, she called her. “Throw this in my trash.” the maid nodded softly and left.  

“What do you do khushi?” Anjali started the conversation.

“I am an environmental activist and will soon apply to college to pursue my passion as an environmentalist. yeah…”

“Ugh climate change is not even real…hello hi bye bye” khushi heard Mami ji say that and sighed. But she refused to argue. His mami wasn’t a scholar or something. She was a product of media and society, khushi thought.

“What else do you like?” NK asked grinning ear to ear.

“I like playing drums. We had a band in school.” khushi shrugged. Just then the doorbell rang and khushi’s father walked up to receive Arnav. They both strolled in and Mr Gupta made Arnav sit beside him. He liked Arnav and realized he really loved khushi and that’s what khushi deserved. Pure love.

“Your wife missed you.” NK winked and Arnav decided to ignore him, at least for now.

Shashi and Arnav began talking, Mami started chatting with khushi’s sister and her mother got engrossed with dadi and nani. His cousins were busy with their kids. NK was texting someone. Khushi and anjali sat in silence. soon Anjali got busy in texting her husband.

Khushi stared at Arnav as he talked with her father. They both seemed to like each other. Khushi once again was reminded of their meeting and their conversation. She wet her lips. The thing was that she was scared and nervous. Life has always been unfair for her and zayn. She was an orphan and that was tragic but zayn had toxic parents. She knew zayn but she knew nothing about Arnav. He seemed like a simple guy but she knew he wasn’t that simple. He wore nothing less than perfect. She knew, she has wore these very brands and has an idea of how people wearing these acted like. He may as well be nicest guy but a part of him will always be of those elitists who refused to acknowledge how others feel or how their actions affected the world.  

But then, she has never scared away from the face of difficulties. If she liked Arnav she will stay. More than 10 years, Mr and Mrs Gupta gave her love and care and if they thought Arnav was a good guy, khushi decided to trust their words. But that didn’t mean she would now shut her eyes. Just like every woman, she would give him a part of her soul and wait for him to share his. If he didn’t, she would know he was an **** and then treat him like one! 

Arnav glanced at khushi and passed a nervous smile. Khushi smiled back.

He was cute, she decided and laughed pretending to be texting.


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Precape: Arshi wedding.

Dec 10

The Great ASR-next part is up :) (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 22 times)

Chapter# 5


“What makes you hate khushi?” asked Arnav dumbfounded upon hearing his family’s dislike for khushi.

“The girl is so…plain!

“...unschooled!”

“...unsophisticated!

Said his aunt, sister-in-law and di together making him clench his jaws indignantly.

“Di…you too?”

“Chotte…” she began coolly, “You love her and love has blinded you to all her flaws. But we aren’t blind. We see through her. She is what we say she is!”

“I’m not blinded to all her flaws,” Arnav furrowed his brows.

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I accept her with her flaws. So will you all.” He said with a tone of finality and after a moment started walking upstairs to his room.

“That girl is a pseudo-environmentalist…I’M DONE WITH ‘EM ALL.” His aunt Monarma announced to her family.

“And she is cultureless.” Said his Nani grumpily. “Why don’t you do anything, daughter? He listens to you!”

“He won’t listen to anyone…Ishq has driven him crazy!” She sat down beside her Nani, in living room, “Nani, Mami, Mama and Payal, all we can do is: get him married as soon as possible to the girl he loves. It’s his life after all. And Khushi isn’t that bad.”   

“I am just worried, she will ditch him like modern girls do these days.” Mani said with additional remark ‘Hello-Hi-Bye-Bye’.

“That would be his destiny, then.”

“She doesn’t have a class. Can’t take her to any of our kitty parties.” Payal rolled her eyes.

“Darling, I don’t think any sensible person would want to be in any of your kitty party.” Aakash commented with a smirk.

“You are always a part of them!” she retorted

“The day I got married to you, I lost my sensibility!” he said dramatically with a tragic look on his mischievous face.

“Aakash!” Payal glared at him.

“They will never grow up!” muttered Mami and slipped out of living room not wishing to witness her son having argument with his hot-headed wife. Others followed mami and slipped away, leaving angry Payal with her ever-calm husband.    

Arnav paced the length of room. He was worried. Why would his family not love or at least like Khushi? What would he do if they refused to accept her? What if they refused to be a part of his marriage? No, don’t stress Arnav. calm down baby! You are exaggerating! Everything is going to be alright!

He closed his eyes and took 3 long breaths. He opened his eyes and found his sister standing in front of him. She raised her eyebrow as if questioning his weird behavior.

“What?” he asked annoyed. Why couldn’t she leave him alone?

“Chotte…what’s wrong? You look stressed.” Anjali inquired ignoring his anger.

“I…its nothing.”

“Well, if it is nothing, then why are you frowning? You always frown when worried!”

“You woman aare so observant yet so dumb!” he glared at her.

“Excuse Raizada, I’m offended by your comment! Apology and take your words back now.” She snorted.

“You’ll attend my marriage, won’t you?” he asked rather softly. Anjali burst into fits of laughter. Arnav looked embarrassed

“Seriously Arnav?” she said in between her laughter, “You are…worried about it?”     

“I…forget it!” he said offended by her non-serious attitude.

“We will be with you, always!” she stressed earnestly making him smile a little. “But nani still thinks she is cultureless.” Anjali added smartly.

“Di, I don’t care about it.”

“I know but remember we care for you.” She said and added after getting nod from him, “Good Night!”

“Night!” he kissed her forehead and she left.

Later when he decided to sleep, his phone beeped. He hurried to see it was and smile lit his face seeing her message.

K. “Hey!”

A. “Hey!”

K. “Watcha doing?

A. “was preparing to sleep.”

K. “I see you are an early sleeper :D”

A. “Not really! Its been a long, tired day.”

K. “May I know, why?”

A. “course you can! We are working on our winter collection and things get hectic at times like this.”

K. “hate business.”

A. “Nah its fun!”

K. “It’s BORING!”

A. “depends on how you perceive it!”

K. “IDC I am biased.”

A. “Yes you are.”

K. “Introduce yourself.”

He stared at the message for few seconds before replying.

A. “My name is Arnav and I don’t like Messy. I love basketball and I love my job. My two hobbies are reading and gardening. I’m very shrewd and sometimes very heartless. I hate liars and have a thing for feminists. I am arrogant and diplomatic, alright! There is a sharp contrast between me-at-home and me-at-office. Idk how to explain it otherwise.”    

K. “Wasn’t expecting that intro”

A. “Why? Is iit not good or what?”

K. “no its great. Its what they call ‘cool intro’”

A. “what were you expecting from me?”

K. “A formal intro with a lot of career success stories!”

A. “why would you expect that?”

K. “Told you I’m biased.”

A. “Why? May I know?”

K. “Half of the world problem is caused by rich people!”

A. “For me being rich is important.”

K. "Why? I don’t think you need THAT much money to live!”

A. “Your father would never have accepted me if I wasn’t rich Khushi.”

He regretted sending that message. She didn’t reply for a minute. He was convinced that he has offended her but she replied after few more seconds.

K. “Right? It sucks to be me right now…”

His heart skipped a beat, he stared at text for a second.

A . “I will never force you to marry me, khushi. Just tell me what you want?”

K.  “I didn’t mean that. I miss my parents and right now, I’m sitting with their will in my hand. My maternal grandfather has left quite a fortune for me which I just discovered through their will. And my uncle is re-thing about my alliance with you.”

He frowned. Jaws clenched. Another message arrived from her.

K. “Arnav are you there?”

A . “Yeah…”

K. “I don’t care about your money and you don’t care about my bluntness. So we are perfect for each other!”

It took him a minute to understand what she said. A huge smile broke on his face.

A . “So?”

His heart was beating fast, swelling twice its size.

K. “SO…I’m thrilled to marry you.”

A . “So am I.”

Arnav smiled as he saw ‘sent’ written on his screen.

K. “See you on our wedding, then.”

She replied and he smiled wider. He replied with an ‘okay.’ But received no reply. He placed his phone on the side table and fell asleep with excitement still in his system.  











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