Drone....

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As Vansh says I was wandering around the mansion like a drone...... What to do.... Iss Ghar mein kuch karne ke liye hi nhi hai ..... Harr cheez ke liye 10 naukar paal rakhe hai... Akhir vansh kitne Paise deta hoga inhe......

Well well well.... Kaha Jaa rhi hai aap bha...bhi..... ji.......

Not again...... Yeh chamkaadar firse aa gaya.....Tumse matlab mein apne pairon se chal rhi hoon ....

Tameez se baat Karo...

Oh.... Sorry mujhe nhi pata thaa ki aap itne bade mahoday hain.... ohh God I don't have time for his stupid nonsense... What does he thinks of himself..... Aayaa badaa tameez se baat karoo..... chamkaadar khi ka...

Ignoring him I decided to continue roaming here and there...... when my eyes fell on something..... and my spy brain gets activated..... No indeed I'm not doing for the good for nothing hawaldaar..... I left him the day he asked me to spy..... Riddhima bhale hi Dil se sochti hai... Par bewakoof nhi hai... Kabootar kahika........

Bending down I picked it up...... It was an old photographer..... But so dusty that I couldn't clearly see anything.......... dusting it off.... A gasp left my mouth......

My so called husband with a girl.... And that too making her wear a ring.... A freaking ring..... How dare he..... My blood boiled..... Wait.... Wait a second...... Shayad mein usse nafrat karti thi.... But hai kaun yeh ladki.... Aur kisi ne mujhe abhi tak batayaa kyon..........

Another thing that made me gasp was the family...... The whole family was in the photograph..... Was it his engagement...... When... Why.... And how.........

Okay... Bahut zyada ho raha hai yeh ab..... Harr baar mujhe bhaashan deta hai ki mein cheeze chupaati hu aur iss baar usne itna bada jhol kiya..... Lambu kahikaa......

With a firm determination to break his 32 teeth I walked to his study......

Kya hai yeh...... He glanced up from the laptop.....

Tumne kabhi bataya nhi ki tumhaari sagaayi hui hai....... My tone was accusatory....... But what made my blood boil even more was the nonchalant expression on his face..... crossing his legs he leaned back on his chair as if he owned the earth......

Badaa hi badtameez pati paal rakha hai toone riddhima..... Pata nhi samajhta kya hai khudko......... Lambu........

Kaha se mili tumhe yeh......

Sawaal yeh nhi ki yeh mujhe kaha se mili balki yeh hai ki tumne mujhse yeh baat chipayi kyon.... Kaun hai yeh ladki... Kaha hai yeh........

Chupp.... Ek dum chup..... Kitna bolti ho tum.... Taperecorder.....

Oh... Ab mein bolu bhi na ..... Isme bhi meri galti hai..... Ab tum mujhe chup nhi karwa sakte...... This man chomu kahika........ Before I continue my blabber he pulled me making me sit on his lap and tied my duppata around my mouth......

Kitnaa bolti ho mere kaan kharaab ho jaayenge.......

I was burning with rage....... How dare he ...... I struggled in his arms....... Lohe ka bana hai kya yeh......

Kya fark padta hai tum toh mujhe apna pati hi nhi maanti...... jealous aren't we sweetheart..... His husky voice........ No Riddhima don't melt..... Yeh mujhe rijhaane ki koshish kar raha hai.......

Kahi dhadakne toh nhi laga hu mein Dil mein...... He moved closer...... Nhi.... Kareeb mat aanaa......

His lips touched my earlobe..... And it's doing wonders to me...... No Riddhimaa..... nhi... Apne aap ko control kar.... Tera yeh pati bahut bada haraami hai yaad rakh iss baat ko.......

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