In memories…KKB chapter (3)

In flight,
“Mom, why don’t you tell me about your love story? Always finding reasons to avoid that. Now, we are going to him…I mean his place. So why don’t you—
Leave it Ayesha. There is no need that you should know it. It is out of your understandings. All you know is Sharon’s s*x love life or Lisa’s everyday outs…you won’t even understand it.”

“Mom, this is an insult. Will someone insult their own daughter? Or do you want to hide something that you did? Ha, Haan?—

See, This is what I said.”

“MOM!!!”

The whole flight journey was filled with silly fights and tell-me, tell-me prayers. Finally, unable to bear Ayesha’s torture, Maya gave in.

“It all started on valentine’s day”
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“Maya! Sare, Pragya! Come soon. The show’s going to start, vintunnavaa?— Arey, Vosthunnanve. Scooty park chesthunnanu”

Nitya cut the call. She was waiting impatiently for her one and only friend. A perfect late latif she was…no, is. They had planned to bunk the clg that day, so that they can attend the Valentine’s Day celebs in the Vishakhapatnam beach. If not for Nitya, Pragya would have been sitting in class listening to one of the boring lectures that their lecturers gave without getting bored. Pragya parked the Scooty and came to the venue.
“Even now you won’t remove your burqa? What beauty are you hiding within it today babe? Every day you look differently stunning naa? What’s today?”

Pragya lifted her veil. Her pale white flawless skin was glowing. Her kajal was deeply black, just like her mesmerising eyes. Her lashes, long and curled upwards were highlighting it. Her no make-up face was simply beautiful.

“Wow, such a beauty you are? I am keep on insisting you to remove that but you never listen to me. Let me remove this now.” She said bringing her hands to the burqa when the announcement was made. They ran to the stage waiting for the sizzling romantic dance performances and heart touching songs. But this time the announcement was different…

“Hello love birds, young ladies, lovely gentlemen, boys and girls. All the wait is over. Today we have someone new here… A different person. Let’s see what he can give us. Are you all ready???”

“Ooooooooh…” the crowd went crazy. They weren’t ready, not for this.

“We want Harsha…we want Harsha” that’s all they could shout. Pragya felt so bad. Is this the way to react? The crowd was getting on her nerves. But finally the noise died, with one voice gaining control.

Yeh tumhaari meri baatein, hamesha yu hi chalati rahein (These talks of you and me, should continue forever like this only)
Yeh hamaari mulaakaatein, hamesha yu hi chalati rahein (These our meetings, should continue forever like this only)

Beetein yu hi apne saare din raat (let our all days and nights spend like this)
baaton se nikalati rahein nayi baat (let a new talk emerge from our talks)
phir wahi baatein leke geet koyi hum likhein (then by taking those talks let’s write some song)
jo dil ko, ha sabke dil ko chhu le (the song which will touch everybody’s heart)
baatein suron mein yu hi pighalati rahein (let our talks melt in tune like this)
baatein geeton mein yu hi dhalati rahein (let the talks mold in songs like this)

Geeton mein Haan hum toh khushiyon se gum saja de (in songs lets decorate the sorrows with happiness)
Jo sune kahe woh hamse gaao naa (what we have listen are saying us to sing)
Yeh tumhaari meri ….. Dhalati rahein

Just as he ended the song, the crowd went crazy again—this time in happiness. Always listening to the song in a female voice…this time it meant more-listening to it in a male voice. It gave a new feel to the crowd which made them go crazy.

He waved his arms and went behind the stage. His sister Aaliya was waiting for him there. “I knew it bhai…you would rock it.” She said jumping with happiness. She caught Abhi’s hands and started dancing. Then she held his shoulders tightly and jumped and jumped shouting “oho…you did it…”

“Arey, kya karthe thum Aaliya??? Chodtho mujhe. I want to go”

“Where?” she asked, staring at him.

“To meet the one who gave me a chance” he ran to Ajay.
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So after a long time, I have posted this. Hope you all remember this!
Thanks for your previous comments guys. Comment on this too. Actually this is an adoption from a Telugu movie. It’s not a complete cc; I altered it as per my wish. If you don’t like this or want to suggest something, you can of course. please bear for my mistakes alone.
if you find some, please be free to point them out, so that i can correct them.