Before we start, I want to say I'm sorry in advance if I wrote the Indian traditions and culture wrong and if I didn't write the correct grammar in Hindi. I just write what I know and what I've researched. You are welcomed to correct me, just private message me kay? Any errors will be fixed later.

 Enjoy !

Miss Bollywood

"Maa" I whine as my mother raises the pooja thali with both of her hands, circling around my face while her mouth moves slightly, whispering prayers with her eyes closed. I sigh, I pull the strap of my bag pack and adjust it on my shoulder. I look down at my snickers, up to my faded blue jeans to my dark blue flannel covered with a washed out black bomber jacket that brand I don't know. I raise my head up to look back at my mother. She is still praying.

(Pooja thali with ladoo)

"Maa..." I call her again, more like whining her name.

"Chup" quiet, is her reply before she continues praying for me. I sigh, my eyes wander around her face. I smile at the sight of her being so focused while praying. Praying for my safety. This is not the first time she did this, definitely not the last time either. When I was get ready for my first day of school, she did this until I was ready to fly to America. In conclusion, every time I leave the house, she will do the prayer. Not that I'm complaining, it'll protect me whenever I go and mother's prayer doesn't have boundaries.

While my mother is prolonged with the prayer, my grandmother calls for me with a whisper tone.

"Psst"

I turn my head to her and see the big smile on her face as her hand slowly raises up, asking for mine. I tilt my head aside, smile softly at her and place my hand on hers, wrapping my fingers around it.

"Khud ko ek aadamee khojen", find yourself a man.

That's my grandmother to you.

My smile quickly drops.

"Daadee ma!" I quietly yell at her, widening my eyes at her and squeezing her hand but that only causes her lets out a snicker laugh and returns the same gesture to my hand before patting the back of my hand.

"Angrejee aadamee mmhmm" english man mmhmm, she wiggles her eyebrows at me, tilting her head from side to side.

"Cih" I dismiss my hand off her hand and place it on my face, my pointer and middle fingers along with my thumb rubbing my temple. I look up back at her and find her cover her mouth with the loose end of her saree.

"Deepu?" I hear my mother calls my name, I snap my head at her direction and I am greeted by a motichoor ladoo in front of my face. I open my mouth slightly and have my mother pushes the ball of sweets closed to my mouth, I take a small bite of it and chew it slowly before swallowing it down my throat. My mother closer it again, making me pull my head backwards. My reflect only makes her go for more, convincing me to take another bite so I do but she put the whole remained ladoo into my mouth, patting my cheek softly and mumbling "syabbas". A small smile comes across my face, on my fulfilled mouth. After a few more chews, I swallow the pieces and grin at my mother.

Then it hits me.

"Bhaee kahaan hai?" where is brother?, I ask both my mother and grandmother, making them turn their heads and start looking for my brother, Dev.

"Usane mujhe bataaya ki vah yahaan hoga" He told me he would be here, my mother answers as her head is still turning around, searching for my brother.

"Kya ye vahee hai?", Is that him?, my grandmother points her her hand at the front door of the waiting area. There he is. 

My beloved bhaee, Dev Patel. Like every brothers in the world, he's extremely protective and the small sword he slips in his lungi is the prove. Well, not really. He just happens to carry that all the time. His eyes wander around like he searches for someone, that's me. His eyes stop at the sight of my grandmother jumps up and down, waving her hands in the air. My mother slaps her forehead at my grandmother actions while me, I look at my grandmother like why are you like this as a small sigh. I step closer to her and put my hands on her shoulder causing her to stop and turns her body to me, tilting her head like she's asking why with her brows curled together.

"Daadee maa, tumhaaree sari girane ja rahee hai."Grandmother, your saree is going to fall, I warn her, words coming out in between my clenched together teeth, fake smiling to everyone who looks at us with a confused expression on their faces. She freezes, she looks at the people around her through her peripheral vision. She regains her awareness, slowly adjusting her saree while smiling and nodding her head to people who look at her making them continue to do what ever they were doing. I drop my head then let out a sigh of relief and I raise my head back up to look at Dev. I see that he is struggling with the security guard. The security guard keeps pointing at his small swords which he takes out off his lungi and just wave it around in the air like that sword was some type of candy that can be flaunted like that. The security guard is shocked by my brother's movement and he quickly takes a few steps back with his hand reaches for his tazer gun and points at my brother. Now three of us, my mother, grandmother and I slap our forehead simultaneously.

"Rukie" wait, I state to my girls where I just get a nod from each of them before I march towards the scene my brother causes. 

"Sahaab" Sir, I greet the security guard with a very sincere smile on my face as I walk closer towards the and stand next to brother.

"Yahaan kya samasya hai?" Is there any problem?, I sling my arm around my brother's shoulder and squeeze his bicep. Dev looks at me bewilderedly.

"Koee samasya nahin hai. Yah bevakooph mujhe andar jaane nahin dega" There is no problem. This idiot will not let me in, my brother whines and the small sword is still his hand as he caress his thumb against the sharp area on the edge of the sword.

"Dev..." I trail before I bring my my free hand closer to his face and cup his cheeks, making him puckers his lips and furrows his eyebrows at me. I laugh at his stupid behavior.

Oh my stupid, stupid brother.

"Tum bevakooph ho" You are stupid!, I half laugh, half scold him. My eyes glare at him while my mouth draws a teeth showing smile. My actions just make him more confused.

"Aap kisee bhee tarah ke hathiyaar havaee adde par nahin la sakate, pagaal!" You cannot bring any sort of weapon to the airport, crazy!" I scold him as I grit my teeth together and I squeeze his cheeks harder, once the impact hits him he winces.

I roll my eyes, a frustration breath blows out off my mouth. He is still not getting the obvious clue. I eye the sword in his hand and make faces at him, his eyes follow to where my gaze at. 

Then, he shrugs.

He shrugs, everyone.

Oh my stupid, stupid brother.

"Oh... oh oh" there we go.

He points at his small sword and at the guard, nodding his head slowly and signing that he finally gets in. I join him by nodding my head with him, a small laugh escapes from my mouth. He shrugs off my hand and walks towards the guard and hand him the sword. The security guard slowly pulls out his hand to take the sword, he really takes his time. Once his hand touches the sharp little thing, he drops it to the ground and let out a sigh. After a few more talks or lecture If I may say, the guard finally let us in. Thank god!

Well, that's my brother to you. Even though, sometimes he could be a little stupid but he is really sweet. I love him to death. I could never ask for a better brother. I remember my first day of school, he was the one who walked me to school. Well, not just him. He brought his small sword with him, scaring almost everyone when we reached the school. He made sure every boys in the school know that I was his sister by waving his sword in the air and screaming, "Deepika Patel meree bahan hain, use dekho aur aap yahaan mere chhote dost se milenge", 

Deepika Patel is my sister, look at her and you will meet my little friend here. With that, not just boys... everyone vanished before our eyes. Except for one girl, Preeti Hassan. My best friend. I still remember her answer when I asked why she didn't run away when my brother said that. She said "Hot!". Yeah, she has a crush on Dev. I internally scream, I can't wait to meet Preeti again!

As soon as we reach to where my mother and grandmother stand at, my brother is greeted first.

"Ma!" He winces after my mother smacks his bicep, quite harsh If I may add. I cover my mouth with my palm then my grandmother joins me, laughing at Dev.

"Yah kya kiya? Kya tum paagal ho? Talavaar ko havaee adde tak lao" What have you done? Are you mad? Bringing a sword to the airport, She yells at Dev as my brother rubs his arm softly, dropping his head and looking at my mother through his lashes.

"Sorry ma" he mumbles under his breath.

My mother shakes his head, raises her hand again making my brother dodge but my mother is not going for his arm.

"Ow ow ow, ma" his head is forced to tilt to aside because of his ear is being pulled. I can't contain the excitement in me anymore. I burst out laughing loudly, joining by my grandmother and she starts clapping his hand together. Dev's misery is my happiness.

I look at my brother who is pinching his unoccupied ear softly, saying sorry at my mother repeatedly. My mother finally let go of his ear but is not finished there. She makes her last move which is slapping the back of Dev's head.

"Chup Deppu!" My mother scolds me, giving me a black look. I broaden my eyes and stand my body up straight, my lips pressing against each other to prevent myself from laughing. I bring my hand up, putting my thumb and pointer fingers together, dragging them from a corner of my mouth to another. Meanwhile, my grandma still cannot stop laughing. She ends up coughing, hitting her chest with her hand before letting out a really long sigh.

Our moment gets interrupted by the pre-boarding announcement. That means it's going to be awhile till we get a moment like this again.

My eyes leaves the speaker that is attached on the wall which I do not remember looking at it. I hear a sobbing sound and I just know it comes from my mother.

Dev wraps his arms around my mother, making her rest her head on my brother's shoulder. I drop my backpack, leaving it behind me and next to my small luggage. I'm about to walk towards her but my grandmother decides to comes to me first. She quickly slings her arms around my body, I copy her action gently, I nuzzle my head in her neck, feeling my eyes starts pooling tears in them.

"Taking care" my dadee maa attempts to speak English causing me to chuckle softly, pulling back from her arms and looking at her face that has a small smile glued on. A drop of tear escapes from the corner of her eyes then it rolls down her cheek but she quickly wipe it off. I wrap my arms around her figure one more time, whispering into her ear that I love her in Hindi before pulling back and cupping her cheeks with both of small palms. I decide to 'boop' her nose and that grants me a soft, quiet laugh from her that makes my heart flatter. I step away from her and walk towards my mother whose face still hiding against Dev's neck. Dev gives a small, close-lipped smile at me then he taps my mother's shoulder gently making my mother lifts her head up to look at him then at me. I smile at her before I rush to hug her, dipping my head into the crook of her neck. The tears that I have been holding, now smoothly running down my cheeks. I know it's only a few weeks I'll be in London but still, it feels like I'm leaving them forever. I feel her grasp on my body leaves, her hands trail to grip my shoulders and push me back. Her cheeks are wet with her tears, another tear comes down from her eyes that look deep into mine. Her shaking lips try to form a convinced smile for me to go. I don't realize the tears keeps streaming down until my mother wiping tears from the dark circles under my eyes. I mouth at her that I love her and I'll miss her, she returns the same gesture to me.

"Jao" she says with a shaky voice. I lift my gaze from her to my brother, nodding his head at; telling me that he'll take care of my girls. He holds his hands to the front, I step closer to him and rest my head against his chest. I feel he places a soft kiss ontop of my head. I mumble under my breath, saying that I love him and I get a few gentle pats on my back. I pull back, taking a few steps back and grab my backpack from the floor and slip my arms through each straps, adjusting them on my shoulders. I wrap my fingers around my luggage holder, lifting it up. I start to walk to the security checkpoint then I turn my head back around, looking at my everything behind me.

It's only two weeks, you'll meet them again in no time.

My inner self convinces myself.

I'd like to think so.

I wave at them one last time before I walk through the security checkpoint.

Eight hours and forty-six minutes later.

Jetlag is a ulu ke pathe.

I have arrived around eleven PM and no sight of Pretti at all. Where is she? I just want to sleep already. I am about to curse in Hindi more before a sound of my phone ringtone blows off. I slip out my Samsung and swipe the screen to answer the call without looking.

"I'm coming for you and when I find you, I'll kill you" a terrible husky voice says through the phone.

"Mujhe pata hai ki yah aap hai, Preeti" I know it's you, Preeti, I retorts with a calm tone, I almost roll my eyes at Preeti's sense of humor.

"Kya aapako dar nahin hai?" Are you not afraid?.

"Nahin, koee mujhe kyon maar dega?" No, why would someone kill me?, I ask her back, I know it would get her annoyed.

"You're so smart, I hate you" her words make me snicker.

"And I love you too, aap kahaan hain? Where are you?, I lift my butt off the seat from the waiting area and start walking to the closest front door of the airport.

"I'm already here, looking for parking. Just wait at the big front door and stop speaking Hindi, you're in London Deepika!" She playfully scolds and I know she's rolling her eyes at me; I can sense it.

"Don't call and drive and chup, agar main chaahata hoon to main hindee bol sakata hoon" I can speak if I want to.

I am about to tease her a little more before something or someone crashes the hard figure to my side. The impact causes my phone falls from my hand.

"Dei!" I turn my body to look at the creature.

Oh.

Some white man.

I call for him again and he ignores me with his phone being sandwiched between his hand and ear.

"Aye halo!" That makes him turn around.

"Yes? Hello? Can I help you?" He lifts his eyebrows at me and shrugs one of his shoulder.

"A sorry would be nice" I put of my hands on my waist, looking at him with an angry face on.

"Sorry for what?"

"You crashed into me and made me drop my phone" I point at my phone that is lying down, helplessly on the floor.

"It is not my fault that you were talking to your phone till not paying attention to where you were walking" He acts smart, opens his big mouth with that thick British accent of his.

"But you were too" eyeing his phone. His eyes glance sideways at his phone before shrugs nonchalantly before he replies, "Not my fault".

Ulu ka pathe!

"Aapako lagata hai ki yah havaee adda aapake pita ka hai!" You think his airport is your father's!

I retort, stepping closer to him.

"I have no idea what are you talking about but I know you insult me. To make this less awkward for both of us, I'm going to go" with that he leaves the crime scene.

Yes.

Crime scene!

Here I am standing, gaping at him. 

My eyes follow every step he takes. My head tilts aside while my eyes glaring at him with my eyebrows furrow together.

"Saphed angrejee aadamee" white english man, I mumble with my teeth clenched together.

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Heyya !!! How are you, darlings? I'm sorry that this update took too long. I had a problem with internet connection but I'm back now!

I've got questions for you lovelies. I wanna know, who else do you guys picture as Deepika in this story?

And who do you guys want Preeti to be?

Also, I was thinking about changing the title of this book. Any ideas, darling? Let me know, kay?

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Don't forget to vote, comment and spread about this book, thank you !

I love you guys !

Lot's of love.

jaz x.