This is a Inspiration Cum Cheating of a Plot from the On-Going Story at SUPERNATURAL Fandom named CRASH and BURN written by One of the Biggest and Famous Writer MARIANNA MORGAN at Supernatural Fandom without Her Permission but with a Hope that She will Not Sue Me...
already this Story having its Own Character, I m just taking the Idea of Characters Profession or Passion...
Nothing More I am taking from Her MasterPiece...
The Character's and their Relations are SomeHow Similar but with Different Scenario and Profession this Time...
Ill Updated this Story ONCE in a Week...
I am already Engaged with My ONLINE COURSE so Difficult to take Time Out...
also MARCH is too HECTIC Month for Me as Busy in Few Family Functions...
I am in Advance asking APOLOGIES, if I am Not giving Replies/Comments on their FeedBacks...
I Hope that My Regular Readers and New Coming Up Readers will Like this One...
I m still Waiting for a COOL PLOT IDEA...
Thank You so much Bacchun...
Good Luck and Best Wishes for those having Exams/Quiz/Assignments/Functions/Travelling etc...
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WAITING will END…!
The Jolly Conversation Abruptly Stopped when a Person Entered inside with Rage, grabbed the Arm of One of the Figure Involved in between Conversation in Steel Grip who Dragged behind the Wild Figure giving a Fiery Blaze over another Involved Calmed Smirking Man taking Coffee hearing a Low Constant Murmur of LALA while having the Attempt of Un-Gripping the Arm…
The Figure Pushed over Passenger Seat while the Angry Man behind the Wheel giving a Glare when find the Passenger trying to Speak….
The whole 16 minute Drive only Covered in 6 minutes while the Repetition of Same Scenario happened in House with some minutes Difference where a Worried Tensed Middle Aged Man Standing from His Dinning Chair, moving ahead trying to Stop that Pushing where the Opposite Chair got the Same Result of a Stumbling Figure with…
Voice (complete angry tone): Sanbhalyey….
Voice 2 (shockingly although trying to Pat over Sitting Figure Shoulder to Relax with): Abhijeet….
Abhijeet (rash): kya Abhijeet (loud) Usy Saaly Kameeny kay Sath (teasingly) Khush Gappiyaan Maar rahy thy Sahab…. (move towards the Sitting Figure again for a Physical Attempt stopped by the Man Forcefull Effort Listening) Choryey… (down His Arm with Pressing Teeth) Hazar baar kaha hy Us sy Durr raho magar (again trying) Samjh tou Aatii Nhai na…
Figure (standing with rash): haan Nahi aatii Samjh….
Abhijeet (again trying): aik dun ga na Ghuma ky Daya….
Daya (in challenging tone): haan Lagyein.. Maarein (stomping foot and move towards His room with) atta hee kya hy aur….
Abhijeet (to Middle age Man): Sun rhy hain.. (harsh) kitni Zaban Khul gayii hy… Sirf (blaming) Aap ki Wajah sy….
Man (sitting over His Chair murmur): Haan (sigh) Meri Wajah sy…
Abhijeet Angered but Left the Lounge giving a Glare over a Closed Bedroom Door situated at Landing…..
The Man really taking Sigh as Day by Day the Situation taking out from His Hand and now He is really in Tension how to Handle His Both Sons on this matter….
The Figure inside the Room Fuming in Anger or say Bursting His Boiling Angry Bubbles Talking to His Friend with…
Daya: arry (annoying tone) Wo tou Chahty hee Nahi kay Main aagy Barhun… (bitter tone) hr Waqt Angry Man bany phirty hain.. Najany kya Samjhty hain Khud ko… hunh… (irritate) Choro Yaar… (disappointed way) Sun lii Papa ny Meri aur Samjha liya Us (angry again) Godzilla ko…. (telling about His Shattered plans as) Acha khasa Plan Kharab kr diya… (in sugary tone) He is So Sweet Rahul… Sacchi… (Softly) itni Achi tarah Guide krty hain na… Lala na… (telling secretly) Jealous ho gaye hain… bas… (dismissing way) Chal Bay… (telling abt His Future path) Rukny wala tou Main Nahi… (encouraging tone) is baar tou Main Beat kr ky rahun ga…
The Small Knock over Door makes His Mood more Off but He Permits the Visitor having Big Tray containing His Mostly Fav Food entered and after Placing it over Bed, sat against and Tease…
Voice (tauntingly): Hath Dhoyey gy Choty Sahab ya Wo bhi….
Daya Embarrassingly Left Bed and went to Wash room while Man seeing the Scattered Room with…
Voice (sadly seeing the room): kya hoga is Larky ka….
Daya (coming out and tease): is Larky ka tou kuch na kuch (sitting over bed with) ho hee jaye ga Papa… (taking bite with) Apny Villain ka kuch Sochyey (grumble) Furious and Furious (look at His Father straight face with wink) Unlimited Edition…
Papa (displeasing tone): Buht Zaban Nhai chalny lagi hy Daya Tumhari… (strictly) Bara Bhai hy Tumhara… Achy Bury ka Farq Hum Tumhein Nahi batayein gy tou Kaun Batayey ga… aur jub (asking annoyingly) Usy Tumhara Ashoke sy Milna Pasand Nahi tou…
Daya (rash): haan Mujhy bhi Un ka Khud pr Dhonse Jamana… (irritatingly counting as) Logun kay Samny Meri Insult krna… Mujhy Khud sy Hamesha Peechy rakhny ki Koshish krna… Kuch pasand Nahi hy… (teasingly to His Father) kya is pr Aap Kuch Ghour karein gy…?
Papa (Softly): Zarur…. (standing with) Jald hee Amal bhi ho jaye ga…
The Seriousness in Tone of the Father Blaring the Alarm inside Daya Brain… He already knew His Father and Big Brother does not Happy with the Issue….
He started to Work on His Brain to Execute His Plan in Coming Days but with Care and Caution….
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Obviously the Next Destination of a Father is the Room of His Oldest Son, giving Some Sense as…
Papa (little Scolding way): Bara ho gaya hy Wo… koi Baccha Nahi rha… (realizing His Scare with) kisi Din Tum pr hee Hath Utha diya tou kya Izzat reh jaye gi… (asking) Haan…?
Abhijeet (disappointingly on these extra Fear of His Father with): Kya Papa…
Papa (now little loud tone): Kya Papa Kya … (reminding) hr Waqt ki Roak Toak… Dant Dapat… (realize Him more) Tum Khud hee Usy Apny sy Durr kr rhy ho Abhijeet….
Abhijeet (rash): tou Kya karun… (adding) kitni baar Mana kiya Us Ashoke sy Na milo.. magar Wohi… (telling) itna Chota tou hy Nahi…
Papa (again pressing): Yehi Main bhi Samjha rha hun Tumhein… (straight) Qad Kath dekha hy Us ka… (teasingly) Sath Khary ho tou Tum hee Munny lagty ho… (after a bit) Tum Jaanty ho kitna Ziddi hy Wo… kitna Stubborn… (tauntingly) Samjhayein gy kya Muhtaram Pyar sy.. aur Usy Badtameez bana rhy hain….
Abhijeet (angry): tou kaha hy na Us Saaly Khaaper Ashoke…
Papa (stopping with Scold): Abhijeet…. Mind It… (reminding) Wo Khaper Aik Zamany mein Bestie tha Tumhara….
Abhijeet: Hmmm.. (murmuring) Mut Maari gayii thi….
Papa (now standing with): Acha Baku Mut…. (again) Daya pr itni Sakhti Munasib Nhai… (attempting) Tumhara Rawwayya Usy Bigar ki taraf ly ja rha hy… Sudhaar ki taraf Nahi… (strict even Warning tone) aainda Main Tumhein is tarah Us ki taraf Barhta hua Na dekhun… (strong) Understand… (seeing Abhijeet Silence again in Strict tone) Abhijeet….
Abhijeet (sadly): Jee… Understood…
Papa (now leaving room with): Good… Aaram karo chalo… (again) Kal Subah Baat karty hain.. (telling) Ladly Sahab Kha chuky hain tou Tum bhi Apna Pait Bhar lo…. (completely left room with murmuring) Aik taraf Jaan bhi Chirakna hy Bhai pr aur Dusri janib Zor bhi Chalana hy Apna… (jerking head with) kya hoga Dono ka….
Abhijeet (now starting to Nightly Routine Grumbling): Hm…. (pressing Teeth with) Saaly Kameeny ki Class leni pary gii… (angrily way) aaya Mery Bhai ko Warghalany wala… (bitter tone) Zaleel Insaan…
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The Next Morning is Little Cold during Breakfast time where Both Brothers just Avoiding Each Other and Only Munches their Meals….
Voice (tease during moving towards Class as): matlab… (asking) Pakka Plan hy Tera… (pinching tone) aur Jaye ga Kahan… (pushing with) haan…?
Daya (teasingly): Tumhein Bata dun aur Tum Meri Mukhbari kr do… (trying to Stumble Him with) Well Well.. (knock on His head with) Mr. Rahul… (telling) aisa tou hony wala Nahi….
Rahul: tou (punch Him with) Jaany ka hee kyun Bata rha hy… haan.. (again angry way) Rakhta Apny Dil mein ye Khaber bhi….
Daya (rashly): Nikl gaya tha Munh sy… Samjhy… aur (telling in tease) Wesy bhi Chup kay tou Jaon ga Nahi… zahir hy Malum tou ho hee jaye ga….
Rahul (Dis-pleasingly): Lala sy Chir na Tujhy Ulti taraf ly ja rhi hy…
Daya (now little irritating tone): Chir Nahi hy ye Rahul… (reminding) Un ka Rawwayya na… Sach… (little Dis-pleasingly) abhi bhi Mujhy 4 Saal ka hee Samjhty hain… hunh… (sadly) Zara jo Sense ho.. Dustun kay Samny Dantna Shroo… Parosiyun kay Samny Class… (ask suddenly) Tu Khud bata Us Roz Tery Abba ny kya Socha hoga jub Lala Mujhy Ghaseet kr ly ja rhy thy….
Rahul (taking favor): Raat bhi tou kitni ho gayii thi…..
Daya (straight to Him): Tu sirf bata Uncle nay kiya kaha tha…. (tell) Trust Nahi hy Un ko Mujh pr… (adding) arry koi Andha Nahi hy Rahul aur Tu (angry) Lala ki Side lena Band kr dy warna Chala ja Un ki Team mein….
Rahul (laughingly): Hahahhaha… (naughtily) Team bhi Bana lii…
Daya: aur Nahi tou kiya… (tell) Daya 11 aur Lala 1… Close Call (wink His Buddy) hain na…
Rahul Jerked Head although He is Not Happy with this Battling as He Idealized Abhijeet but somehow Abhijeet too much Strict Attitude is the Reason of this Fight in between Two Loving Brothers….
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Somehow this Battle is Blazing with Oil of Push and Pull Strategies although really creating much Problems not in Two Bro's Life but in Family Matters and Relations too from Past 7 Months…..
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The Lunch is taken inside the College Cafeteria as it's coming in middle of Area as the Youth Group taking a Short Cut to move towards the Track….
The Yelling and Shouting really Speed Up the Foot-stepping of Youth where the Kabab Rolls just Stuffing inside few Mouths…
Abhijeet (scolding): Saaly… agr Hath bhi (grabbing Collar with) lagaya na even Baat bhi ki na Mery Bhai sy tou Jaan sy Maar dunga… (push with hard hit) Really Ashoke… (straight) it's Not Only a Bollywood Hero Warning… Samjhy… (again realizing) Mery Bhai sy Durr raho… balky (again in rash) Buht Durr raho…
Voice (yell): Abhijeettttt….
The Punch weaving in Air just Abruptly Froze with the Loud and Cut tone from the Elder Man whose Shout is the Threat and Abhijeet knew How much Serious taking this Threat….
Abhijeet (down arm with): Sir….
Man (coming ahead with angry face): Yes, (straight) Sir Fredric… (adding) anything More…..?
Abhijeet: Sir (dragged Ashoke in backward with) Aap Jaanty Nahi (looking at Ashoke Badly with) ye Buht Ochi Harkatein…
Sir Fredric (Scolding tone): Stop…. (rashly) Aik hee Baat krty Thakty Nhai Tum… Haan… aur (again) kya Ochi Harkatein ki hain Ashoke ny Daya ky Sath…. (asking) Main bhi tou Sunun…. (turn to Ashoke) Haan Ashoke… (giving Him Oppurtunity as) Bolo…?
Abhijeet (pushed Him with): Saaly bas Chumchun ki Fauj hee Jama ki hain… (leaving and mumur with) hunh… (He turns and find Daya with His Friends with Red Face who Left the Spot hearing His Brother Call behind Him as) Daya… (trying to Stop again as) Daya… Ruk….
The Return Ride is too RageFul that One by One Every Friend Left the Path except Rahul in Complete Quietness…
Daya (rashly Complaining to His Father about all): Kitni Insult hui hy Mery Dustun ky Saamny… (add) Saary Rasty Sub ko Sir Ashoke…
Abhijeet (tauntingly cutting as): Ahan… (raise brow) Sir Ashoke….
Daya (stressed): Haan… (sweetly) Sir Ashoke…
Papa (to Daya): Daya… (Scold) Behave….
Daya (turn to Him with): Kya Behave Papa… (ask) aakhir kis Baat pr Lala Un ko Maar rhy thy…
Abhijeet (clearing Himself): Main Samjha rha tha….
Daya: Haan.. (teasingly) Dhakky dy kr… Gaaliyaan dy kr….
Abhijeet (again): Sahab ki wajah sy hee ye kr rha hun… (remind) Un ko hee Protect kr rha hun…
Daya (taunt): Protect… (now straight) Baccha Nhai hun Main… (telling Both) Khud Apni aur Dusrun ki bhi Hifazat kr skta hun….
Papa (seeing Abhijeet Reddish Face with): Daya… (strong) Zaban Band…
Daya (escalating as): Kyun… Kyun… (directing towards Abhijeet with) In ko Nahi Keh rhy kuch… (ask) kyun Un kay Peechy paray hain.. (add) Sirf is liye kay Wo Mujhy Guide krty hain ya (tease) Lala Apni Haar Nahi Dekh pa rhy…
A Hard Slap is really Less Expected for the Visitor's where the Kid Look at the Eyes with Tear Stricken Face and Left the Place…
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The Neat and Clean Room with Absence of few things are much Expected Next Morning when Father Open the Door of His Youngest Son after a Tense filled Night giving Both Poles a Non Commented Time Span to Cool their Outburst Emotions….
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