PRAGYA.

I couldn't believe I had a celebrity's personal number. I wanted to tell it loud screaming but my parents would kill me for sure if they know about me going out at late night. So I just kept his visiting card inside my purse safe, checking on it for atleast a dozen times per day and blushing.

He was so kind. I thought he would be the same drunken guy who followed me that night. So I stood up and tried running but then I forgot my whisper cover on the bench. It was 160/-, so I couldn't leave it. I went back and that was when I saw him, Abhishek Mehra. My friends used to say that this rockstar often rides alone in night times, not like other celebrities who insist to stay with rich people. I wanted to jump and hug him when I recognised him but what if he threw me off and left me alone there? So I acted as if I didn't know him and tried to look uninterested on him.

I was reading a book in my room when my mother left me alone in the house to buy some groceries with my father. This felt like a perfect time to use his visiting card. I called the rock star Abhishek Mehra, not to talk but to just listen his voice. "Hello?" he said from the other side. I didn't reply so he'd cut off. I chuckled to myself that he was real rockstar (listening to his voice it proved) and feeling somewhat proud that I had his number. That was when the phone beeped in my hand showing his number. Abhi mehra was calling me.

"WHO ARE YOU?" he asked with frustration.

"Umm..guess, boy." I said looking towards the street.

"PRAGYA!!!" I was surprised when he recognised me in the first attempt. How sweet! We talked. We talked for like one hour. My mom usually came after two hours from the market. So I took it as advantage but kept an eye on the street to see if they arrive suddenly.

We talked about random stuff, like what was my curry and where he was keeping concert for next time and all those things. I never talked this close to any male before. Not even with my father, brother and not even with my school mates. He was the first guy with whom I shared most of my unsaid words. I didn't felt like I was talking to a celebrity. I felt like I was talking with my best friend.

I hung up the call before mom and dad came to the house. I deleted his call history and I'd warned him not to call unless I missed call him. Well my mom will check the call balance too.

It was so good talking with him. I missed a call to him once when I was left alone in house again. Mom, dad and my brother went to some exhibition. They said that I was not allowed to be outside after 9pm so they three went leaving me alone. I said this to abhi and he again started defending me scolding my parents about the discrimination they were showing. How sweet! He was a busy rich person with many other rich people around him but he never ignored my missed calls. Haha. Yup. After this call, I called him few more times. And he never ignored.

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Days passed by talking and thinking about him. It was 7pm and my mother changed the channel to avoid advertisements. On the next channel, Manish Malhotra, my favourite celebrity ever was giving an interview. I always dreamed of becoming a fashion designer. When I was 13, my school conducted a program of different arts and I participated in designing the dress. I got the first prize and many appreciations. When I showed the prize cup to my parents, they were not excited at all but my mother said that I could stitch my own clothes with my talent. Thank you.

And Today Manish Malhotra Interview was going on, because he was judge for a state level fashion designing competition in which I also would have been participated if my parents allowed me.....

Yeah I got a chance to participate in state level fashion designing competition which was conducted by a corporate designing company to welcome young designers to their company. My college selected me to send there but you know that my parents declined. Why did I took birth in this family?

If only I had the parents who'd encourage me to do anything I wanted, I would have definitely tried my luck in fashion designing. Anyway, it was my fault to be born as a girl in this family. But they were atleast feeding me and giving a shelter to me. I should be thankful to them.

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One day when I was putting nail Polish to my nails, my mom's phone started ringing. "Hello." Mom said, a pause. "Who are you?" She asked, another pause. "Abhi? But who are you and what's the need for you to talk with her?" She raised from her chair. I'd felt my heart pounding in my chest. I hadn't been calling him since few weeks as I hadn't got any chance. So he called himself? Damn him. I'm dead...

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So this is the second part of this story friends, How is it??

I know it is very late to update this part, but as I said its a story which narrating by my sister Jaanu , she also a MBBS student , she is senior than me so, she have very tight schedule, even know because my pressure she took time in between her exam preparations and wrote this part, so please be patience like this everytime :)

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