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" Guys !! Let's goo, work !!" I cheered the students, who was panting heavily because of continuous dance practice. They looked at me and sighed.
" From where do you bring this much energy, aarushi." Mahika patted my shoulder, breathing heavily. She is my senior and now a good friend of mine. She is the only senior who befriended me. " Your boyfriend is looking at you, baby !" She said jerking her head to the side, I turned to look it was ahaan, grinning ear to ear. Why is he grinning ?
" He is not my boyfriend, mahi ." I said hitting her shoulder and she gave me a teasing smile. I walked to ahaan who was peeping his head from the door.
" What happened ?" I said opening the door and stepping in the room. I closed the door. The room was empty, it was only ahaan and me. " Where are the boys ? " I asked.
" Cafeteria. Wait here, close your eyes." He said, putting my hands on my eyes and I scowled.
" Tadaaa!! " He exclaimed and I opened my eyes. It was my favourite McD. I smiled and looked at him. He pushed me to the sofa, placing both his hands on my shoulder.
" But they don't deliver here." I said in confusion and he opened the box.
" I went to pick it up."
" Why ?"
" You have been working so hard. You deserve it. Now eat. " He said patting my head softly and I digged in.
" Mr. Borell wants you, Aarushi, if your boyfriend excuses you." Mahika teased me and I gave her an irritated look.
" Sir, you wanted me." I said, looking at the fatty figure sitting on the chair. He looked at me, raising only his eyes.
" I want you to go to market. Choose some clothes for judge table and decoration. " He told me and informed me about some more works. He gave me a credit card to use and I left.
I dressed in lemon yellow anarkali kurti with white leggings . I tied my hair in a loose messy bun. I went to the practice room. The boys were practicing while nishit was sitting on couch.
" Where is ahaan, guys ?" I asked.
" Maybe near stage." Dhavit said and I nodded.
" Guys, I am going to market. Tell him also." I said and nishit suddenly jerked his head towards me.
" You are going alone ?" He asked, his voice deeper than normal. I nodded. " I am coming with you."
" No no you should practice." I quickly blurted out. He stood up giving no attention to my words. He put his hand on the back of my head and turned me towards the door. He pushed me out of the door, like I am nothing but a kid. He finally removed the hand and I turned towards him, annoyed. He boringly looked at me.
" I can't practice today, my throat is not well." He said and I sighed. " Let me come with you, I am bored here anyways." He walked.
" Let's not take your car, today. We have to go to the old market. " I said when he moved to his car. He stopped and looked at me.
" Then how will we go ?"
" Cab to the town and then auto" I said, narrowing my eyes. He glared at me. " You can always return to your practice room."
" Call the cab atleast !!" He half yelled, irritated and I laughed.
Our cab came. Nishit disgustingly looked at the driver. His juice of beetle juice was threatening to cross his lips and his eyes almost red.
After reaching the town, we catched an auto. Nishit was scared of falling the whole ride and he viciously cursed mr. Borell. He also threatened me that he will kill me himself if I come here alone.
After doing some works, only fabric's work was left. We moved deeper in the old market. This was the place where you feel the main character of a 90s movie. Old ladies selling flowers, stalls of gola ( ice candy ), juice. The real India. Elders laughing in a group.
Nishit moved to an old lady who was selling flowers. She looked at both of us with a cheeky smile.
"मुलांनो, तुमच्या बायकोला गजरा घालायला लावा, ती खूप सुंदर दिसेल."
( Translation : apni patni ke liye gajra le lo, uspe bhot pyara lagega.)
The lady said. Even though I was born in mumbai. I didn't know Marathi as I left mumbai in childhood. Nishit somehow understood it and smiled at her and nodded. She gave him a Jasmine gajra. he gave her some change. He was giving it to me when she said.
" अरे मुलाला तुझ्या हातांनी पिन."
( Translation : Are ladke, apne hathon se use pinha.)
He put that in my hair and looked for a minute.
" Do you like it ?" He asked me and I agreed by nodding my head. What is nishit doing ? Why do I feel extremely diffrent around him ?
" काकू गजरे म्हणजे काय,"
( Translation : kaki, gajre ka matlab kya hota hai ?)
he asked the lady and she smiled ear to ear.
" गाजरे म्हणजे प्रेम, देव तुमच्या जोडप्याला आशीर्वाद दे. खूप गोंडस जोडपे."
( Translation : gajre ka matlab hota hai pyaar, bhagwaan tumhari jodi hamesha salamat rakhe, bhot pyari jodi hai.)
she said putting her hands on our head. Nishit touched her feet and we left.
" What did she mean ?" I asked him.
" Nothing you should know. She just said that we both look beautiful. Maybe she has bad taste in women." He said and I gave up.
" Nishit, let's eat gola, I haven't eaten in a while." I tugged his elbow, pulling him to the stall. " Uncle, two kala khatta please." He gave us and nishit looked at it curiously.
" Try it, it's very good." I said, drinking it's juice. He tried. He looked at me and laughed. I raised my eyebrow. "What ?"
" Your lips are turning black." I rolled my eyes and finished it and he stared at me almost all the time.
" Nishit, hold it." I handed him my phone, opening the front camera so that I can fix my lips. I opened my lipstick and started applying it.
" You are ugly, accept it. Nothing can fix it." He remarked, continuously staring at me. I glared at him and we went to do rest of the work.
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Heyy guyss, I hope you liked the chapter. Bye guys....
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