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Jab We Met - 3 by Angel23_Writes electronically published on Wattpad.

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Prologue..

A man walking with attitude and arrogance on his face through the airport suddenly stopped, when his phone rang.

He picked it up, “Haan Aman bolo!”

“ASR don’t even commit the mistake of coming home! They’re planning to get you married to Sheetal today itself..” Aman said in hurry, “I’ve already booked your ticket to Chennai.. HP is right in front of you with the ticket.. All the best!”

Arnav turned and really found HP with a toothy smile staring at him, with the ticket on his hand.

Arnav took the ticket and gritted his teeth, “Dammit!”

“All the best bhaiya!” HP said. Arnav glared at him, “I’m not going on a mission for you to say All the best, HP!”

“Running away from your own marriage is like mission itself bhaiya!” HP said amused.

Arnav glared at him, “What the.. Just go away from here!” 

HP went running to escape from his bhaiya famous anger, while Arnav stare at the crowd near his car waiting for him.

“Good job Aman!” Arnav smirked, “You gave me one solution to all my problems, now by travelling on train to Chennai, I will not only escape this forced marriage but also these media people never ending questions..”

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Railway station..

As he got in the train, he was welcomed by a terrible voice that belonged to one mad woman singing on the train, and those kids were cheering and dancing with her as if she’s the singing sensation!

“Ek Garam Chai Ki Pyaali Ho

Koi Usko Pilaane Waali Ho

Chaahe Gori Ho Ya Kaali Ho

Seene Se Lagaane Waali Ho

Mil Jaaye To Mit Jaaye Arre Hum

Tararum Pum….”

The girl sang loudly swinging her hair and making the kids giggles and dance madly with her.

 “How was my show?” she asked giggling, as she took a seat at the opposite side of his.

“Yeh show tha kya? (Was this a show?)” Arnav asked staring at her weirdly.

“Haan..” she nodded her head with a proud smile, “Difference was only that those big wala shows na, they’re done in stage while my is on train but you must admit, both shows brought a smile on audience’s face..” she ended chirpily.

“Difference is that they’re professional singers while you’re..” he was cut off by her. First time in his life, someone dared to cut him while he’s talking.

“I’m a rising star.. I know!” she said proudly.

Arnav rolled his eyes; already he was irritated that his family went on against his words and planned a surprise marriage for him, that too with Sheetal. Luckily he has Aman, who always comes in time to save him. He imagines the shock on their face after getting to know that he ran away from this marriage and how the media will spread this news in no time, but then it’s good for them to learn to not take decisions for him. He’s ASR and only he writes his own destiny.

“By the way, my name is Khushi Kumari Gupta.. and yours?” she asked extending her hand with a sweet smile on her face.

Arnav just looked away staring at the people walking here and there with their baggage.

“Tangaballi?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

“What the..” he frowned.

“My bad luck that I met with Tangaballi on the train before meeting my Rahul!” Khushi pouted thinking.

The travelling ticket examiner came to them and asked both, “Ticket?”

Arnav showed his ticket, then it was Khushi’s time. Khushi gulped, then smiled sheepishly looking at Arnav, “Tangaballi!” she called him.

The ticket examiner widened his eyes and step back, scared of Arnav. Arnav looked at him with serious face, “What the.. I’m not Tangaballi ok!”

“You’re not less than him Sir ji!” the examiner smiled nervously, then wiped off his sweat. Arnav’s look was quite dangerous.

“I don’t have ticket!” she cried.

“What the..” Arnav uttered. Khushi looked at him irritatingly, “Now I don’t agree with Meena when she asked Rahul where he bought that bakwas dictionary! At least he just had one word missing from his dictionary, bakwas is your dictionary that is only filled with this “What the.. What the..”.

“What the..” Arnav almost shouted glaring at her.

“Kahan se kharidi aisi bakwaas dictionary Sir ji? You’re in a mess now.. If you keep saying What the.. What the.. how will we understand what you want to say?” the ticket examiner said.

Arnav glared at him, then looked at Khushi, “How can you come in a train when you don’t have ticket? Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know where I want to go, that’s exactly why I don’t have ticket na!” Khushi said.

“What the..” Arnav uttered, the examiner and Khushi looked at him with the dialogue of bakwaas dictionary running on their minds.

“I don’t have bakwaas dictionary ok! You both have bakwaas minds..” Arnav said angrily.

“Tangaballi!” Khushi pouted. The examiner took one more step back, gulping.

“You have to leave this train girl.. We can’t let you go without ticket!” the man said shaking his head as no.

Khushi buried her face in her duppata and started crying like baby, “You’re all so bad.. look at me.. I don’t have money neither a place to live... and you’re arguing with me for a train ticket?.. Hey DM.. this is how the world has become.. very bad!”

Arnav rolled his eyes, “Oh God.. Where am I stuck?”

He took money out of his wallet and handled to the man asking him to let her stay, the examiner thought it’s better take this money without making confusion, what if Arnav is really Tangaballi?

“It’s okay.. You can stay, don’t cry girl..” the man patted her back and left from there.

Khushi looked up and smiled brightly, “Did you saw how great my acting is? He really believed I’m crying and felt for me..”

Arnav shook his head and grabbed his phone.

“Bolo na.. How was my acting?” Khushi asked him cheerfully.

“Bakwaas!” he replied still his attention was on his phone, he was watching a video that Aman sent to him.

“Bakwaas is not my acting, but your dictionary ok!” Khushi replied frowning.

“Breaking news.. Now we only we got the news that ASR ran away from his marriage, his family is devastated and we the bride is very much hurt!” the video played.

“Coward!.. Such a big man he is and ran away from his marriage, instead of saying a big NO!.. I’m sure if it was you Tangaballi, then there was no need to even ask, from your eyes only one gets its answer..” Khushi giggled.

Arnav glared at her, “He’s not a Coward!”

“Do you know him?” Khushi asked casually playing with her dupatta.

“I’m ASR.. Arnav Singh Raizada!” Arnav gritted his teeth.

Khushi stopped playing with her duppata and widened her eyes, “Yahan Tangaballi, the villain and wahan, ASR the coward..”

Hope you like it. 😊