Abhishek's POV-
Oh my god! This is tremendous. Never in my dreams had I thought I'd receive this kind of welcome.
My grandmom got the aarthi thali.
This is unbelievable. First, World Cup. Now, this.
I touched my grandmom's feet after she was done.
"Shabash puttar! Aaj tune humare khaandaan ka naam roshan kar diya." She told me while wiping her tears away.
"Arre dadi, ro kyu rahi ho? Agar mujhe pata hota ki aap rote toh hum World Cup jeet'te hi nahi." I joked, trying to cheer her up.
"Chup badmaash." She laughed.
I hugged my dad, mom and sisters. They were all so proud of me. I could see tears of happiness in Sania di's eyes.
"Arre Sania di, aap bhi?"
"I'm proud of you, Abhishek Sharma. Very proud of you." She kissed my forehead.
My entire family was here. And by entire, I mean, ENTIRE- from all the parts of the world. Everyone was busy celebrating my victory. They were all dancing, eating sweets and having fun.
"So, Mr. Abhishek, how are you feeling after lifting the trophy?" My cousin, Aaradhya, asked me. I laughed at her, but nontheless, answered her.
"Ah, it feels great, getting the trophy back home. It's like a dream come true. Everyone's happy. It's an amazing feeling!"
"Whom do you want to dedicate this win to?" She questioned like an interviewer.
"Interview hai kya?" I laughed.
"Arre bhaiya! Answer na."
"Okay, okay. Well, I'd like to dedicate this to my parents, my sisters and my grandmom. They've been really supportive. And ofcourse, Rahul sir. He's been our backbone."
I'm really grateful to all of them.
"Well, no dedication to girlfriend?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows. This caught everyone's attention. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
"Why would I dedicate it to someone I don't have?" I asked.
Everyone looked at me with a look saying Don't-Lie.
"I'm serious. I don't have one. Aur agar hoti bhi, toh main sabse pehle Komal di aur Sania di ko batata." I replied and hugged my sisters.
When everyone continued doing what they left in between, Komal di asked me, "Hai kya?".
I facepalmed myself.
"No! I know I'm smoking hot and 17, but, I'm single." I told her.
"Hot hoga dusro keliye. Humare liye toh bhais ki pooch ki tarah hai tu." Sania di shot back. I jokingly rolled my eyes at her comment and chuckled.
"Acha, you know what! Mithali is coming tomorrow." She informed me.
"What? Isn't she in boarding?"
"Well, yeah, she is. But she's coming here for a few weeks with her friends."
"Friends?" I asked with an eye brow raised.
"Oh, you haven't met them, right? You'll love them! They had come last time and all of us totally enjoyed their company. Especially Vashi. She's a total pataka!" Komal di said grinning widely.
I couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness.
"Di, pataka?"
"Yes! Pataka! Her craziness will light up anyone's day." She smiled broadly.
"Then let's meet your pataka tomorrow." I said, still laughing.
She looked like a child while speaking about this Vashi girl. Honestly, I can't wait to meet Mithali. It's been a year since I last saw her. And speaking about her friends, well, hope it goes good. Especially that pataka these both are talking about.
Urvashi's POV-
"Oi pagal don't forget your novels like last time. I still remember how you made us walk the entire mall just to find those." Mithali told Adithi.
"Atleast you got to eat chocolate sundae, so, shut the fuck up." Adithi sarcastically smiled.
"Chocolate sundae is heaven. Your novels are the total opposite." Mithali retorted.
"Bitch, not even a word against my novels, get it?" Adithi fought.
"Exactly! They aren't capable of my words." Mithali rolled her eyes.
Me and Akanksha were enjoying listening to them.
"Excuse me-"
"Okay, that's it! Zip up you both." Akanksha spoke in between.
"Why?" Mithali shot back.
"Because she's tired of telling Sathvik to zip down." I joked.
Mithali and Adithi cracked up but it took a while for Akanksha to understand, and when she did, damn, the girl turned into a tomato.
"Do you always have to turn a normal sentence to something dirty?" Akanksha asked me, rolling her eyes.
"Duh." I smirked.
"You're crazy." She chuckled.
"It's no fun being normal." I winked at her.
"I pity the guy who'd be your husband." Adithi spoke this time.
"Dude. Let her find a boyfriend for herself first. Saare ladko ko toh reject karti hai madam." Mithali said.
"That's because I'm not a relationship kind of a girl." I stated.
"Come on Vashi! All of us have a boyfriend except you." Adithi said.
"That's the reason, I'm the happiest among us four." I joked.
They gave me the STFU look.
"Look guys, you know what happened the last time I was in a relationship, yeah? I thought I liked the guy, and then after a few weeks, I realised I just liked his company, that's all. Thank god he was understanding otherwise things wouldn't have ended well." I shrugged my shoulders, sitting on the bed.
"So, you're a fling kind of a girl?" Mithali raised an eyebrow.
"Well, not exactly fling. The kind of a girl between a fling and a relationship, yup, that's me." I said.
"Anyway, done with your packing everyone?" I continued.
"Nah, just need to keep my novels inside, that's it." Adithi replied.
"You're welcome." Mithali winked at Adithi.
"For reminding you, ofcourse!" She continued when she realised Adithi didn't understand.
Adithi shot her a glare in return.
"Oh, by the way, guys! My cousin, Abhishek-"
"The guy in the India under nineteen Cricket Team?" I asked her.
"Yeah, him. So, he-"
"Man, he's hot." I told her, jokingly fanning my face with my hand.
She looked at me for a minute.
"Yeah, continue." I said, sheepishly.
"Thanks. Yeah, so, he's won the World Cup-"
"Oh, that's brand new information Mithali." I rolled my eyes.
"-and is returning home today. I'm so excited I haven't seen him in a very long time." She finished.
"So, you're telling us that he'll be there tomorrow?" Adithi asked.
Mithali looked at me and winked.
What?
"Yeah. Until we leave."
What the fuck?
"I'll have to control my hormones." I murmured to myself.
"Heard that." Mithali laughed.
"Dude, he's hot, okay!" I exclaimed.
"So would you consider dating him?" She asked.
"No! Me and dating? Ha! You wish." I rolled my eyes.
"We'll see, pataka." Mithali challenged.
I chuckled at the nickname given by Komal di. She said she called me a pataka because I had the power to lighten up anybody's mood. And also because, I look like a pataka.
Get it?
"I can't wait to meet them. Too excited for tomorrow."
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