Hey there! this is a story based on abhivi and dayarika... i know the latter is uncommon, but the reason behind the second marriage will be put in front later...
INITIAL INFO...
abhijeet and purvi loved each other, and are married now... while daya and tarika are also married couple, and they left mumbai coz of some reasons... which i'll reveal afterwards... HOW WILL BE THEIR NEXT MEETING?
HERE'S UR STORY...
"tarika! jaldi chalo... late ho rha h..!"
"haan.. daya.. aaaiiii! bus doh minute.." tarika again excused
"kya yr... pichhle aadhe ghante se tumhare 2 minute khatm nahi ho rhe h..!" daya irritately moved his head...
"agayi.. agayi!... chalo" tarika hurriedly climbed down the stairs and looked at daya who was much engrossed in talking on his phone.. her face expressions changed to little angry... after some more time... daya
(on call)"haan yr.. milenge na.. zaroor milenge.. haan chal thik h toh phir rakhta hu mai..!" daya cut the call and turned to tarika who was already looking at him with a contant gaze... he raised his right eyebrow to ask 'what happened'
"finally!... so Mr. shetty! ab aap ko late nahi ho rha h?" tarika with angry tone gritting her teeth
"late?.. shit!.. haa.. late toh ho rha h... toh tum yaha kyu khadi ho... chalo na..!" daya dragged her out of the home... tarika gave a dialogue 'this man is just impossible'
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"purvi... tum chal rhi ho..! yaa mai akele hi nikal jau..!" abhi shouted coming out from his room completely ready and was looking dashing, handsome... but his feet stopped as he heard
"akele chale jao nahi.., akele chale aana.. kyuki mai jaa rhi hu.. aur vo bhi akele!" purvi angrily left stamping her feet...
"aree..! sorry.. mai toh sirf mazaak kr rha tha.. mujhe nahi pta tha ki tum ready ho..!" abhi ran behind her..
"mazaak! seriously.. humesha aap ek hi mazaak kr kr ke thak nahi jate?" purvi still ahead of him...
"suno na purvi.. sorry bola na maine.. phir se esa mazaak nahi karuga" abhi made a most innocent face..!
"what sorry? humesha aap hi late krte ho.. aur upar se mujhpe chillate ho..! (mimiced) tum aa rhi ho! ya mai akele hi chala jau..! huh..!" purvi crossed the main gate, and abhi also followed her... made his way to the driving seat of the car... silently
"ab esi shakal banane se kuch nahi hoga... sr. inspector Abhijeet! late ho rhe h hum.. gadi chalao.." purvi ordered in a bossy tone
"thik h chala rha hu... tum toh ese bol rhi ho jese mai driver hu tumhara..! huh! izzat hi nahi h meri..!" abhi feeling being ruled over... while purvi chuckled on his comment
they reached the venue... it was heavenly decorated... hmm they were to attend a wedding function..
"abhi! jaldi chalo na.. sir wait kr rhe honge..!" purvi hugged his arm and dragged him inside
"haan..! chalo.. wese purvi aaj ki decorations toh kuch jyada hi achhi h..!" abhi admired the surrounding...
"yaa.. ye toh hona hi tha... aaj hi toh h shadi, kal toh sirf mehndi, sangeet hi tha na.. important din toh aaj h..!" purvi with a excited grin
"haan! ye toh h.. ab chalo..! ander chalte h, aur dulhe se bhi toh milna h!" abhi also excited
THE WEDDING GOT ENDED.. AND THE RECEPTION STARTED... (guys i'm not explaining the wedding rituals coz it would go out track)
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daya driving and tarika sitting on the passenger seat...
"daya!" tarika called him in a tensed voice
"tarika! maine tumse kaha na... tension mat lo.. sb thik hi hoga!" daya assured her..
"daya.. how could you stay so calm?.. tum ye kaise kr lete ho..?!" tarika looked shock+tensed at him
"maine phle bhi kaha h tumhe... ye destiny h, hume phir se yaaha aana padha , ye bhi destiny h..! aur phir ab sbse milna bhi padhega.. ye bhi destiny... humare haath kuch nahi h.. kuch nahi" daya said after a small laugh
"tumne mana kyu nahi kiya?" tarika asked innocently
"tarika.. acp sir ko mai kese mana kr skta hu haan?.. aur wese bhi arjun ka khud phone aaya tha mujhe.. so i just stepped back" daya making her understand
"haa.. lekin kya tumhe takleef nahi hogi?" tarika asked simply
"tarika.. takleef kum krne k liye hi humne shaadi ki thi na... toh tum ye kyu?" daya a bit hurt
"sorry daya..! wo mai tumhe hurt nahi krna chahti thi.. i dont mean it... i am sorry" she with tears in her eyes hugged his arm... he smiled looking at his wife aand teased her as
"aree! rona nahi.. tarika.. make up kharab hogaya toh.. (drama) mai toh tumhe wahi chhod k bhaag jaaunga!" he teased her just to lighten the env.
"tum bohot bure ho! ahah! daya..! i hate you..!" she started hitting him on his arm... and he tried to save himself from this deadly attacks
"aree..! tum serious(hit) kyu ho jati ho yr..(hit) mazaak kr rha tha..!" daya trying to escape
"chup! ek dum chup! ab ye batao ki.. (worry) mera makeup sachmei kharaab ho gaya kya?" tarika looking her face in the mirror, while daya tried hard to control his outburst.. with a
"nahi..! thik h.. bilkul Mrs. India k jesi lag rhi ho tum..!" again he teased her and laughed aloud but she turned furious.. and started to cry fakely..
"aaaa! chup rho tum! mujhe tumse baat hi nahi krna..! bada aaya (mimic) Miss India.." tarika irritatly shouted on him
"ahhan.. miss nahi, mrs india..!" he corrected and again started laughing
"aaaa! plz.. stop it.. warna isi gadi mei tumhari laash milegi.. kal! aur newspaper headline k saath.." tarika shooted the angriest glare at him
"phle khud hi mood kharab krti h, aur phir baad mei mazzak kro toh bhi dhamki..! huh!" daya murmered deep in his breadth
"maine sb sunliya..!" a strict voice came... and he shut his mouth.. and concentrated on driving...
they reached the venue... both came out of the car... tarika was noticing that daya was a bit restless... tarika asked him
"chalein daya?"
"a.. vo.. tarika tum chalo na, mai aata hu.."
"ye tum kya bol rhe ho? mai akele kese? tum bhi chalo..!" tarika still stubborn..
"(yelled)tarika maine kaha na..! (calming down) v.. vo mai ek call krke aata hu.. tum jao..plz.." daya tried to convince her
she came closer to him.. looked deep into his eyes and with a straight tone..
"daya! tumhe smoke krna h na..!?"
her straight tone made daya shocked..
"na.. nahi tarika.. esa kuch nah.." daya tried to escape
"jldi karo..! but pls.. dont loose your senses.." tarika permitted him
"ye tum bol rhi ho..?" daya still shocked
"i understand ur state of mind..!" tarika assured him through eyes...
this was the limit, daya restlessly pulled out a cigarette from his left pocket and lighter from the right, again glanced at her wife, turned away his face.. lit it.. and puffed it into his lungs... and started coughing hard..! tarika was tensed but she din't react much... he stopped coughing and highly sighed... closed his eyes in relief and leaned his head slightly backwards... he again puffed it and exhaled the smoke in the air.. relief.. was the only thing he was feeling... he lifted the cigarette to take another but... tarika stopped him instantly...
"daya plz..! stop it..!" tarika worriedly held his hand...
he unwillingly dropped it and in few seconds he flanked his head in between his hands... as it was paining like hell..!
"daya..? u okay?" tarika put hand on his shoulder to console him..
"h.. haa.. i'm fine.." he downed his hands and getting control on his breath.. he nodded slightly
"toh chale?"
"hm.. chalo!"
both went towards the big marriage hall... both were feeling nervous.. and when they entered into the hall... looked here and there.. nd someone jumped on him hardly, disbalanced him.. he stumbled a few steps.. alas! he is safe.. the door save him, while giving him a support...
"kya yr... ******** abhi toh aaya hu.. aur tum toh upar hi pohuncha doge..!" daya teasingly hugged the latter... while some tears.. formed in both pair of eyes...
SO GUYS.. GUESS KARO KI YE JUMPER KON H? TYPE HIS NAME IN THE REVIEWS... AND PLS.. READ AND REVIEW...next chap will have Abhivi...
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PRECAP:- FIGHT... AND FLASHBACK...
REGARDS
TD =)