OS No #1 ! 

This one is purely fanfiction and if at all it has actually happened in real, blame my superfantastic creative skills~! 

DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVED IN ME AND OUR RANLIA, TO THE  HARDCORE SHIPPERS *! 

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2 0 1 7 , June 

MUMBAI  

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The city was gripped with the scorching heat of summer. Harsh rays of sun creeped between the white bars of the window and fell straight on the boy deep in slumber. Jolting with a yawn, he rubbed his eyes lazily. Closing the window and serving himself a glass of water, he scrolled through his phone. And his eyes went freeze. The date screamed -

5th June , 17 

Shit! 

How could he sleep for so long  when he had the most significant day of his life geared up for today ? He had waited for this day for what seems like an odd six years of his life.  

"Ugh! When did I became this irresponsible ? Karan will screw me. "

Muttering curses, the young lad ran to take a quick shower. 

Dharma Productions Office 

Poster flex of Badrinath Ki Dulhani still towered around the entrance of the Dharma empire. The new building of the production house was a flamboyant reflection of their captain - Karan Johar. But also a representation of his sensitive touch.

A strong breeze of air condition welcomed their in house star. Their boy who dreamt like no other.

"Thank God Ayan, you reached. They've all arrived except Alia. How could you be late for today ?!" asked Aarti, their business partner and a dear friend, as soon as she spotted the charming chap. Hugging her with a guilty smile he replied " I know bro, I'm sued. There's no better excuse that I can produce as of now so let's go with honesty. Got up real late. Are they in ?" He eyed the conference room with caution. 

"Yes. Good for you, just been 20 minutes since they arrived. Alia got stuck up with some last minute shoot, is on her way here. But Karan just went in. So hurry up. All the best baba, see ya." Patting his arm, she reassured him and left. Taking in a huge gulp of air, Ayan made his way to his destiny. With full blasting confidence and a prayer deep down his heart. 

Pushing the metal frame with clammy hands, he peeked in like a scared cat. Contrary to how he marched up till here, like a brave soldier off to warfield, he now felt like a student being called inside a principal's office to be punished. After closing the door behind him, he scanned his eyes to see familiar smirking faces. Wow, quite a start. 

"Well hello. Look whose here ?" exclaimed Karan with a wit only people close to him understood. Hence everyone in the room applauded it with a laugh. "Aayiye director saheb" spoke Ranbir, his closest pal. Always with that naughty wink.

Their cinematic and personal collaboration as artists and close friends began with Wake Up Sid. And then moved ahead with YJHD and up till here, they remain one of the strongest and warmest bond to exist in the industry. 

"Just know that I had been thinking about this deal so bad that I couldn't sleep yesterday. Hence I woke up late, sorry Karan." That's it. Say things decently and just take your seat. No fuss, no tension. Exactly what the monkey grinning next to him taught.

"Couldn't you give me a call or something ? What's with your smile ?" Ayan whisper grunted as he took my seat next to him. "That's your problem. And why can't I smile ? Tax lagta hai kya ? I'm just happy for you. Aaj tera din hai cheete! Ja, jee le apni zindagi." 

What many don't know is beneath that non-filmy reserved layer, Ranbir had a very annoying filmy insect in his core. Which obviously was too cheesy most of the times. 

Ignoring his friend, Ayan looked around to register who all came. Karan was standing at the head of the oval table, scrolling through his tablet. Next to him they had Apoorva Mehta,  CEO or Appu as they call. Then came Amrita Mahalnakai, the art director of Dharma since a decade now. Her assistant and now the superior of them Marijke Desouza aka Mari saluted Ayan in a cheeky expression.

Hussain Dalal, the dialogue magician of Ayan's film gave a knowing look to Ranbir by which meant they were upto no good. Everyone except Alia were present. 

Speaking about her, where is my little devil ? he thought.

[Ayan's POV]

Alia

Now what do I say about her ? She is everything light and bright. A star in legit terms. Flowing like water, always fragrant. Feisty but humble. Known her since she was eighteen. When I see her growth as one of the most acclaimed actor's out there in the country, raising the bar each time, my heart swells with pride.

My little one who bombed her way into my life, my movies, my heart and my soul. 

I turned to Ranbir, and elbowed him. He raised his eyebrows, asking what.

"Pretty nervous. You better agree with whatever I am going to say, okay ?" I knew he would but you cannot guarantee anything about this certain Kapoor! And I say this inspite of being his closest friend of a decade . 

"Off course. Don't worry. Everybody on this table have got into this project because of your passion and your vision."

Which was true. Still the thought of anything going wrong made me bite my nails. 

Today I'll be re-offering the script of my most ambitious next, Brahmastra (a trilogy) to the head approval team. If Karan stamps a yes, we'll officially announce the project for the zillionth time, but with clarity of a beginning.

The film was offered first to Ranbir and he was the first to come aboard. Next it went to Alia and then Bachchan Sir. A mega cast and an even mega fil. I'm hoping for a stupendous breakthrough in Hindi cinema through this trilogy. 

We would also discuss the announcement that would soon follow on social media.

For the preparation part, I'm planning to take with Bir & Aloo to Israel. Where they'll learn more on movement techniques and other necessary character details. It is also necessary for them to know each other's well to have that sort of onscreen chemistry. I hope they befriend each other. For all I know they've always been in each other's admiration club. 

Aliaeven  went on to confess publicly that she wants to marry this idiot! 

Surely there would be enough masala and chemistry to keep me entertained.

"Waise Ayan baba, suna hai aaj kal fog zyada hai ?" Hussain leaned towards us from the other side of the table and whispered. This guy and his lame attempts.

"Kaunsa ad dekh ke aaya hai ?" I asked half smirking at his guts. "You've not seen ? Arey bhai it'a a viral WA forward since yesterday! A video of you and that girl-friend of yours going to a private dinner where you both get mobbed by paps and what did he say Rana ?" 

By the time I tried to gauge in whatever the heck he was rambling and that something about me was actually getting viral on Whatsapp, he and Bunny were laughing secretly. For the record Mouni Roy was just a friend who also happens to be a bong.

She likes to describe me as her BOY-friend and hence these dumbo's love to pick up that and tease me endlessly. 

"He said - how the hell do you know we were coming ? Yahin baithte ho kya saara din ? " Ranbir laughed. That gained Karan's attention to join them like the rest. My face was horrified to say the least.

"Oh and they asked aaj kal kya chal raha hai ayan sir ? and"

Now Karan had piqued in for the tease. Good lord, save me. By now everybody in the room were in splits. This is not how we function in a conference hall usually though. Just to get facts clear. 

"And he said fog chal raha hai !" And I heard an ear piercing bomb of laugh. Ranbir and Hussain high fived and had their head's on the table, violently shaking with chuckles. My creative team tried hard to control their hysterics in front of me. Karan had his eyes closed, laughing in abandon. While I sat there all red, dead embarassed.

"Yehi shakal thi uski" Ranbir pointed and I felt like kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. 

"Okay guys, please stop. I get it's funny. But how on earth did that go viral ?" That made them guffaw more louder to the point that Abhishek Varman, another director at Dharma, to sneak through the door to see the commotion. Then in a flash my eyes met Ranbir's and I know exactly how! 

"How innocent you are, Ayan. You have world's best ever friend whose taken a Phd in communications, my dear. Ranbir and his well known cousin were sharing your meme all night and poor you had no clue!" Karan's statement made the roar go a notch higher.

How could I forget that extraordinary talent of his ? Ranbir and Kareena are the 'I' and 'B' of Bollywood in Karan's exact words. Bebo is information provider and Ranbir, her broadcasting platform! And me, their gossip victim for the day. 

With that thought, I joined the rest and had a great laugh. I'm sure Mouni, my girl-friend, also a part of Brahmastra, will kill me for this meme.

I was asking something to Bunny in between our giggles and I found him suddenly silent, staring towards a point behind me. Confused by his sudden mood change, I looked towards where his eyes laid. 

A young lady in a beautiful yellow sundress, with her wavy hair, stood half inside the room, trying to catch her breath. 

Alia ? !

Her eyes laid on me and she gave a deep sigh. I showed my watch to her in the air with a comic disapproval. She mimed a sorry and spoke "Can I come in, Karan?" All eyes were on her. I knew she hated attention even though she's a huge star.

Alia wask nown for her punctuality but today was a real exception and I knew she must be getting anxious on the same.

"Hello darling. I see you're treading on the same path as your future director friend. Great going, come in" and Karan's sarcasm once again made us giggle while Alia closed the door behind her and showed us her cute dimples. Her chair was to my right and the rest were occupied. I saw her smiling and coming towards me when suddenly out of nowhere, Ranbir stood up and shook hands with her before I could hug. 

EXCUSE me ?

Laughing it off, I was about to show her the seat when he exclaimed "Ayan, chal uth! Let her sit. Be a gentleman buddy." 

What even, bro ?! I gave him a weird look because this was so random. Anyways I stood up to face an almost dazed Ranbir and a softly giggling Alia facing each other! 

What am I missing here ?

| Ranbir's POV |

We were laughing at Ayan's plight and then it happened. My eyes idly passed over the room and it stuck at the door frame. And then something crazy happened within me. 

There stood a grasping for breath Alia, with her hair fluttering so smooth, wearing a bright yellow sundress and her face ....! 

She looked stunning as always but for some weird reason I found her extra radiant at that moment. 

I found myself in an awkward position as I began feeling a little shy! 

Even though I functioned as a private person, a bit afar for those who weren't in my orbit, Alia wasn't exactly a stranger to me. We've bumped, met, spoke  and even danced on quite a few occasions. In fact she's the only female junior I feel comfortable with (something I recently found). 

But why was I then feeling this way all of a sudden ? 

I drank water from Ayan's bottle to calm my thumping heart. 

I'm telling you, I ain't normal today! 

I looked back at her as her eyes landed on Ayan sitting next to me.

And like that my mind travelled towards the episode of Koffee With Karan where she candidly and quite boldly admitted her crush for me. She even went on to say that she wanted to marry me!

I remember being so hooked to that particular clip and those words did something to me. It may have hit the cocky factor in me but it did a lot more than what I confessed initially.

A long forgotten thud came back.

That same weird old feeling that I've never felt before with anyone. 

Everyone around me laughed it off as a cute thing including my then partner. But I couldn't get it off my chest like them. It meant more to me than it did to her or anyone. 

Something more special and precious. 

Something that's just a beautiful secret between her and me. That the world doesn't need to know. Or maybe a secret happiness just within my heart. 

Breaking from my trance, I saw her cute mime. Pouting sorry to Ayan. And it did again some weird thing to my chest. Like a flash of current. Who has taken charge of my hormones, today ? 

And then she asked in for permission and suddenly everyone looked at the focus of my eyes. Why do they have to look up all the time ? Either I am crazy or all of us are. 

Karan's sarcastic comment made the rest laugh including me. She closed the door and flashed us her dimples and again I felt my heart bounce. Damn lord!

I analyzed her next move. She has to sit, but where ? I looked at the only chair vacant, next to Ayan.

Involuntarily my legs stood up and I shook my hands with her

Brilliant. Now look how stupid I made myself look! Someone arrange for an Oscar please. 

She looked as stunned as myself at the sudden gesture but gladly took my hand, saving me from second hand embarrassment. I've read in books about current passing through when a person comes in contact with a rather beautiful opposite sex but today, right here, I felt it! I felt a magnetic pull, an electric shot coursing through my veins, a warm flood scattering throughout my body at a mere touch of hers. 

I have to be more cautious with her. 

After refraining my hands rather sadly, my mouth which stays silent most of the time around strangers, spoke aloud like I've been this extrovert all my life. I told Ayan to get up and offer Alia his seat which was undoubtedly such a dumb thing to say and do. But who cares ?

I needed some peace to my violently abnormal heart, so be it. He stood up and gave me a weird look which I know I deserved and might have to even feed an explanation later but I was ready for everything. At the moment I felt like I could even climb Everest if asked. 

Then I heard the most serene sounding giggle ever heard. Head snapped, I saw her giggling at Ayan's condition and yet again my heart flipped so bad. I could play this on loop, everyday. She passed him a grin and sat next to me while Ayan shifted to her left. 

The excitement got to me like anything. 

Sitting down, I knew I was in deep trouble cause how do I concentrate on the discussion when this lady next to me was doing some sort of crazy effect on me ? The meeting went on like a film, smoothly but for me their voices drowned in oblivion. I could only hear her talk, her blush, her and her smell. 

What is this woman doing to me ? 

You better get a grip, Ranbir! 

{ Vastu, Pali Hill   -   9:30 pm }

Done with his dinner, he went to his bedroom and sat on the bed with his phone beeping. Opening he saw few Whatsapp notifications and scrolled through them. The meeting was successful and they had announced the project yet again on every social platform. Shooting would start early 2018 and would release by December 2019 around Christmas. 

Everything was normal except his behaviour. And he didn't held her responsible but his own traitor heart. 

Face palming himself, Ranbir opened Ayan's message box. 

Ayan : Hey dreamy boy. 

Rk : That's you and not me. Btw Hi ;)

Ayan : Oh really ? You looked quite uncomfortable today ? All good ? *curious emoji*

Rk : Me ? No, that's so funny. Infact I had fun. Thanx for the concern *glass on emoji*

Ayan : Might I add, distracted ? *😏*

Rk : Distracted who ? Me ? No way bruh! *😤*

Ayan : Whatever floats your boat Kapoor *😌*

Rk : Bwahaha 

Ayan : YesYesYes :) Care to tell me what made you say 'yeah' quite so often throughout the meeting ?

Rk : Yeah ? I did that. What's d big deal ?

Ayan : No it just felt a bit not-so-ranbir thing yk ? 

Rk : C'mon. I'm okay with everything y'all decide. This is your film and your decisions. 

Ayan : Ofc buddy ;) Chal, I'll let you nap now. 

Ranbir waited for a minute and is hesitant to type. But he gathers the courage and ask - 

Rk : Ayan ? Sun na .... 

Ayan : Suna naaa *😄* 

Rk : Woh 

Ayan : Haan woh ....

Rk : woh main .... 

Ayan : haan tu .... 

*Bunny typing ...* 

Ayan : Ek main aur ek tu ! Bingo *😂* 

Rk : SHUT UP! 

Ayan : Acha sorry, tell na 

Rk : Can you prepone the Brahmastra prep trip with me and Alia ?! 

*silence* 

Ranbir tries refreshing his phone. But no reply. 

Rk : Zinda hai ??????? 

Rk : Bengal chala gayaaaaa ????

*he was going to type saalee when* 

Ayan : hahahahahahahahah 

*😂x 100000 times* 

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And that's how their story began <3 

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NOTE : You'll find this after every chapter :)

So, helloooo bacchoon ?! How was the chapter ?

RATE THIS ON THE SCALE OF 1-10  *dil aur duaa dono milengi* 

*brings a thali to welcome my kiddos/fans/followers aka FAMILY* 

*puts kaala teeka on y'all and my book* 

You won't believe but this book's 1st chapter has the longest word limit than all my other book's first chapter combined! See that ? ALL FOR YOU GUYS! Now you know the secret behind my Instagram Caption Game, right ?! Hahahah ... Words just flow like a friggin river boss! Pyaar ho jaata haina toh likhti rehti hoon. 

Ykw, I was scared that maybe I won't reach the whatsapp part ever bcoz aisa lag raha tha that I'll keep on dragging Bira's dil ka pehla pehla haal and uff! Lmao! And if the real Ranbir reads this (which I hope he does secretly), he'll come after me with a stick! Lol, I've made him such a lovestruck teen but don't you think this must have happened if not this exaggerated in real ? I BELIEVE SO! I feel this WA convo must have defo occured ;) 

Now that I've educated y'all enough to use this platform, feel free to read other books of mine as well. I'll appreciate your love and blessings :)  

I started this book for you guys only on the promise that y'all will read and encourage my lazy self to strive better. So don't expect regular updates. Ask my old readers, I give them a rather excruciating MONTHLY updates on my Sidlia and other facfiction books (idk how they wait that hard) and sometimes it stretches even longer due to circumstances! I'll try doing maybe two updates a month, let's see. Depends on my time, creativity flow and situation. 

I really hope this chapter brings a genuine smile to everyone who have stumbled. Please, I don't need a criticism of Ranbir-Alia ARE FAKE/PR/SNAKE/HE'S BETTER OFF HER/SHE DESERVES BETTER/THEY'RE BORING or any such sort of extremely old trick here on my comment section ;) If you have doubts on their relationship, try scrolling through this page called RanbirAliaFc on Instagram (mine, lol) and read every caption from the very beginning. Who knows maybe you'll see the truth ? 

LET'S SPREAD RANLIA MAGICAL VIBES ! xoxo 

Until next time, stay blessed and ranlia-fied ;)

Love always,

Jemi :) 

Ps : Jai Ranliaaaaa (for those who don't know, that's our slogan for life!)