dil janna chahega
The couch is going to break. If the guys don't stop their WWF match that arose for reasons unknown.
"Can you like... not?" I raise my eyebrow. "The camera is on, people are seeing you, idiots!"
"But... this seems fun!" Karan complains, "Try it. I swear Arnav is my teddy bear!"
"Ew, get off me!" Arnav pushes him off, falling on the ground instead.
"Guys!" Ishita interrupts, pulling Karan, Ritwik and Vansh off the couch one by one. "Thoda chivalry seekho. And manners bhi. People are looking at us!"
"I don't see anyone except us," Ritwik replies, sitting on the ground.
"Because it's the Live Cam, idiot, not The Kapil Sharma Show!" I hiss, smiling at the camera.
"Holy shit, is this like the youtubers doing live cams on YouTube?!" Arnav's eyes widen.
"When you put it like that..." Vansh trails off, running a hand through his messy hair, making it messier.
"Okay, I don't think we should delay it further. Let's get started," Ishita comments, pulling me down, as the couch gets filled up by just the two of us, the boys lazing on the ground. "Let's just do the classic chorus of Hi!"
"They have already seen us doing our crazy antics," I huff out. "I don't think a classic chorus of Hi is going to overtune the effect. Let's just get over with this stupid exam."
"You mean Character Interview," Arnav corrects me. I give him a look.
"Stop that attitude, Vickey. They are your fans," Ishita whispers, as Vansh settles down below me. No, not in the dirty way, you people.
"Fine."
"Okay, so Helloooooowww everyone!!" Ishita starts. "Welcome to our live cam, hashtag Dil Janna Chahega, and oh, lemme start by thanking all of you for sending loads of those questions!"
"As you might see, that not all the members of DJH crew is present, but it won't be a problem. In this live cam, we will video call those members, so that all your questions are answered," Ritwik continues.
"So, excusing our stupidity," Arnav snatches the toy snake out of Karan's hands and throws it out of the room, "let us start with the... #diljannachahega !!"
"Alright," Vansh grabs his phone. "So the first question is by @hogwartsalumini0503 for Arvika. What is the one thing you missed about your brother while staying away from him?"
I stiffen, as Arnav grins, "I love you Hogwarts girl! Time to answer Viki Viki Vika!"
"Err..." I think. "Is there anything to miss about this jerk?"
Arnav gives me a disapproving look.
"Fine," I shrug. "I missed playing Hot Wheels with him. Even though he had more cars than I did."
They chuckle, as Vansh moves to the next question. "Your favourite Hogwarts Girl has a question for you too, Arnav."
"Bring it on, buddy!" He replies.
"Do you plan on joining your father's business after your studies? If not, then what are your plans?"
Ooh, the tables have changed huh?
Arnav scratches the bridge of his nose, his ears turning pink. "Uhm... honestly, I really don't know."
"That is a very cryptic answer," Ritwik voices my thoughts.
"I mean, I honestly don't know if I have those qualities to be a businessman," Arnav continues. "Infact, in one of our episodes, I did mention that I think my sister would manage it way better. And future plans? I'd really like to help people in terror sticken zones."
Ishita places a hand on my knees, smiling. "Okay, my turn to question! @farviz is asking, I guess to the Deewan twins again, what happened to the family? Why did Mr. And Mrs. Deewan get separated?"
Oh you guys. I clear my throat. "We were, like just ten years old when, as you guys like to put it, our family got separated."
"So, honestly, we have no proper idea about the what's and why's our family broke," Arnav juts in.
"No, Arnav. I think we need to be honest here. Unke dil me ye question bohot episodes se hi dhadak raha hoga. So, uhm, I think we will be raw and honest."
"If you say so," he sighs. "Our parents grew out of love. And so did the contracted business between the Deewans and our Nanaji's company."
"And the mix of them isn't too juicy. We later came to know that they had different people in their lives, and their lives don't revolve around us. So yeah, we are cool with it."
"Because, who wants to live in house where no one knows how to sing, and yet they do it very loudly day in and day out," he refers to the screaming matches between out parents.
"Ohkay..." Ishita says awkwardly. "There's another question from Farviz, and it's time to have a video chat with Daadi!"
"I'm dialing!" I yell, fishing out my phone to dial her. She accepts the call in the third ring.
"Apne itna kajal kyu lagaya hai?" Arnav asks, before I can greet her.
"Kya hua? Mai ab kitty parties bhi tum logo ke scrutiny ke bagair nahi jaa sakti kya?"
"Arrey! Maine aisa kab kaha!" He complains.
"Oh, forget him Daadi," Ishita says. "Our viewers have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"As an elderly member, why didn't you take any step for Arnav and Arvika?"
She ponders for a moment, and I cut in. "Daadi, koi pressure nahi hai. If you don't want to answer, it's okay."
"Oh, but I will. Dear bache, jisne bhi ye sawaal poocha hai, mera jawab tum samajh sako tho ttheek hai. I was with my grandson all the while my granddaughter avoided any Delhi contacts. And my son was in a very queasy position. I did try, but I couldn't succeed. That's all."
"I believe our readers are understanding. But there's another question awaiting you, and this is the one we all want to ask you, actually," Ritwik says.
"Now that seems interesting," Daadi'a static reply comes in. "Put it forth, young man!"
"@PrakritiPushp asks Daadi, How do you handle Arvika?"
Everyone, including Daadi burst into fits of laughter, except me.
"What is so funny about this question?" I frown. I know I am high maintenance, but come on, she's my Daadi for crying out loud!
"Well," Daadi starts. "Vika is a bad girl, I know, but she is not a bad person, and I don't know if you guys would understand, but Arvika isn't some random goodie-two-shoes. However, she's my Platinum Girl, and apart from being precious, she won't rust. In other words, she doesn't give up. She isn't a handle with care, my grand daughter is handle with whatever you've got because she... She is understanding, not sweet, and I guess it's okay because I am diabetic."
Vansh squeazes my shoulder, and I smile at my Daadi.
"I'm the basht you've got Daadi," I grin.
"What about me?" Arnav jokingly asks.
"You're the rasht," I reply quickly.
"And I need to go. Goodbye kids!"
"Okay, next we have to call Maanyata aunty," Karan says, and Arnav gives the call.
"Woah, were you waiting for this call or something?" Arnav asks, suprised, when our mother picks it up before the second ring.
"No... I just... I just had my phone in my hand. What's my question?"
All of us exchange a look. She's lying. Clearly.
"Well, Maanyata aunty, our favourite reader Prakriti has a question for you. She asks, why did you do this to your daughter?"
She remains still on the frame, and for a moment we think that there is a network issue, but then she clears ger throat. I look away, and find Arnav passing me reassuring glances.
"I..." I hear her voice. "I know how awful I must appear to all of you, and as a mother, I feel like I am that too. Somethings aren't in our hands, and ironically, the same applies to Arvika. I tried to make her stay in Mumbai, but I knew she wouldn't have it that way. I know she doesn't like my decisions, but respects it, so I respect her decision too. Moreover, she wanted to stay with her brother, father and grandmother, and though I still have her custody, I don't think it was a bad idea. I am sorry Arnav and Vika, I know as parents we don't give you enough time, and that's why, to make it upto you, we decided to let you siblings stay together. Consider it as an apology for not asking you seven years ago if you were onboard with out separation decision."
When no one replies, she cuts the call with a quick good bye.
"Apology?" I scoff. "Is she shitting us?"
"Let's not talk about this right now," my brother quips. He is upset too. "Lets not spoil the mood, and move on. I have an interesting question for Vansh!"
"I feel like I am so unpopular," Ritwik comments, grabbing the toy snake.
"Feel ya, bro," Karan fist bumps the snake.
"Oh shut up," Vansh narrows his eyes at them. "Come on, it's my interview time!"
"Well, @Liyalikesitsweet asks Vansh, Are you a Bad boy or a good boy?" Arnav ends it with a laugh.
Vansh winks at the camera, "Whatever you want me to be, baby."
"Ew," I comment, involuntarily, as all heads turn to me and I turn red. "I mean, next question. Hogwarts Girl asks Ishita, Cheese or Chocolate?"
"Omelete!" She laughs at her own ridiculous joke as we throw her curious looks. "I mean, Cheese! Oh my god, I love cheese more than anything in this world! I have tasted all kinds of cheese and oh god, the texture and taste-"
"Calm down Ishi!" I cut her rant, "I'm pretty sure she didn't ask for your reasons."
She pouts, and Karan grabs the phone for the next question. "Ugh, its for Vansh again!"
"Told ya, people love me!"
"Ironic, because it's an awesome question," his eyes glint in mischeif. "Hogwarts girl asks you, If you were to dedicate a song to Arvika, what would it be?"
Interesting. Even more interesting because now I am the reason for the pink tinge on his cheeks.
"Go on," I tease him. "Gana gaake impress kar mujhe."
Arnav coughs, clearing his throat.
"Tujhe bhi song dedication chahiye kya?" I give him a blank look, which he reciprocates.
"Come on Vansh," Ishita taunts. "Ban ja hamara Kishore Kumar."
"Well..." he starts, looking me in the eye. "Ek mai hoon aur ek tu... I wanna be with you. Tere peeche peeche mai... ehehye, mere aage aage tu... ek mai hoon aur ek tu... ooooh ye!"
Wow, subtle. I tilt my head, smirking at him, and he returns it by winking at me.
"Pet mein butterflies udd rahe hai?" Ishita pinches my side.
"Nahi, use indigestion hua hai," Arnav glares at us. "Aur Lays kha dinner mein tu!"
Ah, brotherly instincts.
"Back to business, people," Vansh stops the incoming fight. "@PrakritiPushp has another question for Arvika."
"Haan haan, in logo ke liye to teen chaar baar question poochoge. Ham to gutter ke paani me dupki laga ke aye hai," Ritwik mutters.
"Take the hint bro, yaha se dafa ho," I whistle, only to be presented with glares.
"Anyways, Miss PP asks Vika, why don't you want to ammend your relationship with your brother?"
"Because he's an annoying piece of kachra, and because of my badluck, this genereation is only fancied by best out of waste."
"I don't know if that was an insult or a compliment," Arnav shrugs.
Ishita starts clapping like a seal, "Ohemgee, hashtag sibling rilovery!!"
"Shut up," we both say at the same time. Ugh.
"Moving on, this seal has a question from Miss PP too, why do you handle all the crap that Vika offers you- okay, what the hell? If anyone is torchured here, that's me!"
"Okay, ignore her," Ishita says with an air of importance. "You see, I have the Mother Teresa streak in me, and this poor girl, I knew she didn't have any friends. And the way she carries her attitude, I doubt she'd ever have one. So yeah, there you go Prakriti."
"I swear I will kill you. All of you," I mutter.
"Okay... next, she asks Vansh-"
"-GOD DAMNIT!-" Ritwik yells, but no one pays attention to him.
"-and the question is oooooh, well, the question is do you have any feelings for our rudey two shoes?"
I look at him, waiting for him to answer. It's not about the butterflies, it's about the heart beat.
"Well," he chuckles. "They are anything but neutral."
I... don't know what answer that was.
"Okay. If I don't get questions, I better ask them," Ritwik says, determined. "@farviz asked Rudey two shoes, why does she think that Armav is the golden child for their parents?"
"Not again!" Arnav mutters shaking his head. I look at the camera.
"It's quite obvious who is the apple of their eyes. That's all I can say for now."
I look down at the ipad before exclaiming, "Oh my god, Ritwik and Karan finally have a fan!"
"What?" Ritwik raises an eyebrow, while the others chuckle.
I nod. "@PrakritiPushp asks Ritwik, do you prefer coffee or milkshake and are you Nobita by any chance?"
He smirks at the camera, ruffling his hair. "Coffee, if you want to go out with me? I will be your Nobita if you become my Shizuka."
"I doubt any girl would like that. Miss PP, please tell us how you feel about him," Ishita says. "Well, her question for Karan Bahl is, are you always hungry? Oh he definitely is. Always."
"Let me answer that!" Karan snaps. "Yes I am always hungry because WHO WOULDN'T BE WITH A DIETICIAN MOTHER LIKE MINE?!"
"Whoops," I pass him Arnav's Pringles, which he snatches. "Okay the next question-be ready for it-" I start laughing. "Karan, are you gay?"
Everyone in the room starts laughing, leaving Karan in a mess.
"I am quite straight, thank you very much."
"I still have my doubts about him though," Ritwik stage whispers, landing himself a punch.
"Okay, okay," Vansh grabs the ipad. "Hogwarts girl asks Ritwik, Karan and Arnav, are you guys the three idiots of Mystic High? I think I am very, very happy for not being labelled the idiot."
The three guys in question raise their eyebrows at each other. "I guess you should have called us the three handsome hunks, but yeah, whatever floats your boat."
"None of you are handsome," I stick my tongue out.
"Shut up," Arnav flicks me off. "Now, here's the last question, drum roll please!"
Instead of the drumroll, all he gets is the an orchestra that can give a stubborn baby run for money.
"So," Arnav continues, his expression distraught after the ear-splitting enthusiasm. "Hogwarts girl asks all of us, if there was a movie to be made about you guys, which actors would you want to play the role of you?"
"Wow, that's an interesting one," Ishita comments.
"I don't think anyone is handsome enough to cast me," Ritwik shrugs nonchalantly, and we give him a look.
"I think you meant ugly enough," Vansh corrects him.
"It's me that a girl asked on a date for," he whistles.
"She asked about your preference, not your heart, idiot," I retort.
"We'll see about that," he smiles.
"Anyways, back to the question," Karan says.
"To be honest, I don't really have an answer for that," Arnav looks at us for approval.
"I agree," Vansh backs him up. "Infact, I think, we should end this interview with this question for you. Who do you think should be cast for us?"
"Yeah," I nod. "That's actually a good idea. So, guys, please tell us who you imagine us as, and we will reply to all your comments!"
"Great," Ishita smile. "Just make sure that I don't have green hair though."
We narrow our eyes at her. "What?"
"What?" She raises an eyebrow. "I just wanted to say that."
I shake my head at her.
"Well," Arnav concludes. "With this we come to the end of #diljannachahega, and thank you so much for reading/seeing/commenting/bearing with us."
"Also thank you for the questions, even though it felt like I was giving my tenth boards again," I add.
"Please stay tuned, because there is a lot more to come in the story," Ishita sighs.
"And click the star button on each chapter, it kinda makes our day," Karan bites onto the last Pringles.
"Also, don't forget to share this story with your friends!" Ritwik yells. All he has been doing is yelling, I think.
"Agreed. It's just a matter of few seconds for you," Vansh addresses, "but it's more than that for us. More the number of readers, votes and comments, higher the story demand! Though it won't affect the update schedule, it will just make us a bit happy."
"Are we done with the self promotion?" Arnav looks at us. We nod.
"So, that's it, I guess. See you guys next Friday! Thanks for staying with us so far, hope to see you till the end of this book!"
"Bye!" We chorus.
And then the camera is turned off.
"Well..." I yawn. "That's all I guess."
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DELETED SCENE: so this is a scene I had written eons ago, and was supposed to be after Arvika finds out Arnav's secret. But then, I found that I couldn't link the rest of the chapter with this one, and I had a better plot in my mind. So here is something, that unfortunately didn't make it to the book.
Dad had gone to Singapore for a business conference Thursday night, and though it didn't really matter if he stayed in or didn't, I wished he did just to see what a bizarre his decision to send me, with or without Arnav, was making on us. I wanted to go, and I strongly did not want to go.
It was Friday night, around ten or eleven that I went out of the house, with the excuse of a nightly walk, and contemplated about the whole vacationing, as Dad put it, I was doing in Delhi for a few months now. The night air was cool, the after effects of monsoon, as I sat on one of the swings in the children play area, and slowly rocked myself.
It would have had been better if I just stayed with my mother.
But maybe it would not be so. Anyways, it wasn't like my decision to return to Delhi had been a thoughtless one.
A shadow fell on the swing beside me. Amongst the eerie night atmosphere and full moon, it did look haunting even though civilisation was not even twenty feet away. But apart from the fact that the security guards would start their nightly rounds, I was too bored to be scared.
However, I was suprized when Vansh Mehra appeared out of the blue, literally, and accompanied me in the nostalgic swinging session.
"The hell are you doing here?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Trying to contain the philosophical part of me, just because you look like you've been doing a lot of thinking yourself."
"Oh, please don't restrain your inner philosopher on my account. Muse ahead, I've got ears, but I don't promise to be all ears."
He chortled. "Fine. Arnav ne bataya ki tumhare pitashree out of country hai. So the gang's gonna gang up."
"Great, now I have to stay up all night too," I complained, to which he laughed.
"Don't worry, seeing that you've gotta spend the night with Ishita... we won't be irritating you too much," he winked.
So how was #diljannachahega? I swear this was the longest update I ever wrote. Don't forget to comment ur dream caste for the story! Thanks to all the readers who sent their questions for the story. Tell me if you'd like a round two of the same!
Anyways, I hope you keep reading the story. Lots more to come.
So read, vote, comment, promote!
~emcee.
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