Angad's POV:

I opened my eyes lazily and looked around my house!!! It was a mess!

Still a mess!!!

My countryside home having the classic European interiors, huge white curtains and a beautiful green hilly view at present looked shabby as shit!!!

The curtains had tomato sauce on it, the glass panes had oily greased hand prints, my house was full of pizza boxes, half eaten mostly wasted, and a loooooooooooooooot of beer bottles!

Yep!!
I've been celebrating my breakup party since last 3 days!

I've been drinking, eating, having sex and sleeping!!!

My cousin Robin told me
..
If you can't forget it! Then Fuck it!!!

I tried!!!

I tried hard!!!

I tried drinking real hard!!!

I tried getting hard too!!!!

I chucked it!!!

I fucked it!!!

I ate ...I smoked...I slept!!!

But then love is shit!

Shit which has happened and I neither have water to wash nor tissue papers to clean!

I'm totally a mess!

I can't forget her!!!

Why did I fall for her in the first place...

Her swan like eyes, long hair, simple salwar kameez, no make up look took me straight into a bollywood movie !!!

Yeah the shit logic of 'Love at First sight'!!!

Huhh!!! I was better a
With Lust at every sight!!!

I always thought Indian girls were like 'Tagbag Tagbag Tagbag Tagbag!!!' Bullock carts!!!

But then this one although was a bullock cart later turned out to be bullet train!

The speed I fell for her!!!

The same speed she made me fall!!!

Into a ditch though 🥺

She convinced the entire village that a demon was mad about her and would kill anyone who would want to marry her!

I also fell for this plot!!!

I tried everything from evil eye, to shock treatment to killing him via a magical sword which only Chikki could kill him with!!!

Who knew this was all a fancy dress !!!

Maddy her long term boyfriend did this so that Chikki's uncle didn't get her married to random guys!

It was again the same age old

Caste

Creed

Shit!!!

I thought we defeated the demon!
How dumb I was!!!

I even went to the extent to propose her for wedding!

I got engaged to her however she looked half hearted since then!

But I was in my lala land. I went to the extent to inform my parents and grandma that finally their Angad is settling down!!!

My grandma was the happiest, my mother Claudia Mehra got emotional but my father Andy Mehra was a headstrong man! He always thought that I'm a good for nothing! And my business was shit!

He considered I must take care of his hotel business and run his chain of hotels around the world!

But that was boring for me!!!

I was always a creative child!!! I was a fashion photographer... I had now built a successful brand 'Angy' for myself.

I had various fashion photographers under me!

We were a brand... We did it all...

I shot the best in the industry...

From Hollywood to Rockstars to Bollywood....

My clients waited for month's so I click them. Being in the fashion industry I had a lot of flings... Girls, party, drinks...

It was common!!!

I loved my hippy life until and unless I had this 'loose motion' called 'Love' happened to me!!!

My dad always thought I'm a failure!!!

Because according to him I could make billions and I'm still counting Pounds!!!

But I was happy with my own money!

I owned a countryside home and a 1bhk apartment in heart of London!

I was still proud and happy!

But with this love shit I had announced of getting married and now when my father knows

Angad Mehra

The Angy!!!

AM - the famous fashion photographer!

Was dumped!!!

Fooled by mere village girl!

It would be my death!

I could tolerate anything but that humiliation!!!

Why Chikki why did you do this to me 🥺

This is my 3rd evening...

I don't know how much I have been drinking...

But I'm unable to get out of this shitty situation!!!

Urghhhh!!! My head...

While I looked around and noticed my friends had vacated my home.

I asked 'Hey Bin...Bin...Robin why has the crowd left??? I want loud music... Let the party go onnnnnn...'

To which Robin sat tying his lays and said...

'Its Halloween 🎃 tonight Angy... Everyone is partying at Monica's place...Come on get up...you haven't had bath since last 3 days... enough of this breakup shit!!! Get up...let's find chicks...let's smash it!!!' he said and I looked at him

'I don't know how many I tried...but I find Chikki's face in each one Robin... Why can't I get her? Oh wait... because I broke a lot of hearts...I'm a bad bad boy right Robin?' I smiled while tears glistering in my eyes...

Robin hugged me tightly...

'No Bro... that Chikki doesn't deserve you... She's a dash!!! You can fill in the blanks!!! Now get up go have bath and get ready'

Although I wasn't in a mood...

I dragged my legs towards washroom...

I had a hot shower in the snowy evening !!!

I closed my eyes only to remember my Daadi (grandma) say...

'Finally I'll get a Indian daughter in law!!!'

I opened my eyes!!!

Yep... I lost my mom when I was 8 and I was brought up by my stepmom Claudia.

But she never ever made me feel like a step mother. Infact she didn't even have children. I was the only one!

Although my Daadi wanted a Indian daughter in law, she had also accepted Mumma.

Honestly my mumma understood me better than my father! Although I was his blood! He never understood my perspective!

I still remember my fight with my father 7 years ago...my grandmother and my mumma tried every possible way to stop it but nothing happened!

But now this month end was my 30th birthday!!!

And my grandmother wanted me home to celebrate it!!! I denied but she said she wanted to see me married before she dies!

All a sham!

My grandma is fit as fiddle!!!

Sexy as a storm!!!

But then she knows nothing else to call me home!!!

Urghhhh!!!

How I hate this!

I only have 15 days more!!!

Should I break the news to Daadi that my wedding broke???

To my parents???

Oh good lord!!!

Just then I finished my shower and I was already in no mood to party..

Robin forced me but I denied saying...

I'll clean up the home!!!

Robin insisted he will stay... But I convinced him Monica is a good friend and he must go!!!

He finally left!!!

I began cleaning up the mess...

I did the laundry, I cleaned the beer bottles and the greasy glasses too

Just then I heard a bell!

I thought it must be kids for the trick and treat!

I opened the door and was shocked to see a girl in a wedding gown!!! She had covered her face with a little scarf... I could only see her twinkling chocolate brown eyes which innocently blinked multiple times...

Trail of her gown was so long that I practically need not sweep my house!!!

She had a little bag in her hand and next second she jumped into my house...

I was alerted...

'Ohhhhhoooooo Hellloooooo... Miss...
Run-away bride... what the hell is this??? How can you jump into my house like this
.
.
.'

Next second she closed the door and hid behind me
..
'His people...are are following me...help help' she said...

I slowly peeped from the hole when I muttered 'Ajeeb musibat he yar (such a trouble man)' thinking she'll not understand...

I could see 3 men outside my premises...

One of them entered and I quickly walked out...

I felt her hand on my wrist and she pulled me suddenly..

I lost balance and stepped back to crash into her small body which was shivering in the corner behind my door pressed to the wall...

My body crashed into hers...

I accidentally caged her while my eyes met her chocolate brown eyes...

While I heard her voice...

'Allah Miyan whats wrong with you Mr..they are dangerous... Please Na Jaye baahar (don't go out)'

Her innocent eyes shining much more I had a mad mad urge to remove the scarf of her face...

I slowly pulled the little scarf of her face...

And one look! I was lost!!!

Her beautiful big eyes widened a bit more at my attempt 😳

Her sharp little cherry like nose...

Her perfect cheek bones...

Her pink cheeks...

Her plump naturally red lips!!

'You are gorgeous!!!' came out of my mouth like I was hypnotized!!!

While she narrowed her eyebrows and said...

'You are not a psycho or kidnapper na???'

I looked at her with surprise...

'Why??? Do I look like one..?'

'No you look like a flirt...a Casanova... One night stand types... A rich spoilt brat...probably had a heartbreak and had a breakup party' she said.

Now my eyes popped out 😳

'How did you know?' I asked being shocked...

'Well you acted like a despo, then you threw these cheesy lines at me and I see this black disposable bag with bottles, I see a lot of delicious pizza wasted
..
And people only waste food

When they have it in excess or when they have a heartbreak...

Yours is both!

Heartbreak because you are like this dressed up on a Halloween night

And Rich AF as you can afford food when people like me haven't eaten since three nights!!!' she said lowering her eyes..

I don't know her but I felt bad hearing she's hungry!!

'Well I can get you good if you are hungry' I said...

'Oh you will??? Thank you..Mr...Mr'

'Angad ...Angad Mehra!!!'

'Ohoooo Indian origin???' she asked...

And I nodded with a smile...

'My name is...

Arz kiya he... (Permission to begin)'

I looked at her...

'Are Mr Mehra Say Irshaad (begin) na...' she said excitedly

'Irshad'

'Neither am I a murderer, nor a kidnapper not even a bookie..

I'm the cutest, sweetest one and only
Zoya Farooqui...'

I looked at her with eyes wide open!!!

Is she for real??? 🙄🤨

'Mr Mehra...say wah wah na'

'Wah wah...wah wah Miss Farooqui' I said shaking my head!!!

'Are you a murderer or a thief???' she asked me...

'Sorry??? '

'Then why are you so sad Mr Mehra... Look at me...I escaped my grand wedding for the 3rd time !!! Successfully!!!' she said proudly sitting on my living roon chair and stuffed a piece of leftover pizza into her mouth...

'Oh no no Miss Farooqui..I'll get you fresh food... thats a leftover pizza' I screamed...

'Mr Mehra...it's pizzaaaa... You know pizza... Zoya can let go anything in this world except pizza... It can be leftover from a day... from a month!!!

Boyabowsbit...bizbummmyyyyyyyy

She said pulling the mozarella cheese at a stretch and ate the pizza like s little child...

She was shabby!

Crazy!!!

But hungry 🙂

I quickly went and got her some more food...

I opened her a soda pop...got her some chocolate brownies and she happily ate it all..

Finally burped loudly 😂

'Urghhhhhhhhhhhhh' 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I looked at her keeping hand on my chin and she smiled nervously...

'Hehe... sorry... It's not me...it's the soda pop' she said...

***

(Slowly peeping into the keyhole)

'Yeah you are safe Miss Farooqui' I checked.

We were doing this since last 1 hour while I now I could hear motor sounds..

That got louder and louder...

'Did I leave the motor on in my garden??? If so why didn't it make a noise for so long??? And why is it getting louder'

I turned around to only realise that the motor sounds came from her nose 🐽

Yeah!!! She was snoring like a little piggy 😋

She was all curled up cutely in my huge sofa chair
..
Her hair bun released a little while her lush long hair fell on her shoulders...

I gulped!!!

Although I had a heartbreak 💔 I'm still the Angad Mehra who admires beauty...

And this one was an everest of a beauty.

But she was sleeping innocently...

I smiled and got her a thick quilt as it was snowing and I wonder if that dress or the little leather jacket even helped a bit.

I couldn't stop laughing at the way she slept...

She still had a piece of pizza in her hand... She literally slept eating.

I couldn't stop laughing thinking 'What a unique character she was...she was a run-away bride... Who as said escaped third time 🙄 I wonder why...but was hungry, running from the goons and is in distress however happily ate the pizza and is having a peaceful sleep 😴....

Look at you Angad... with all the luxuries around...you don't have this!

Peace!!!

I wasn't feeling sleepy...

So I sat on the couch opposite to her and began working on my photographs. I still had a headache...I don't know when I fell asleep!!!

I got up next day morning while I still had a bad headache.

I saw Zoya wasn't on the chair...

I could hear the noise from my kitchen. I was angry on how can she randomly enter my kitchen like that!

But my anger died once I smelled delicious breakfast from the kitchen. I put in my neck like a giraffe to notice Zoya making delicious omelettes, pancakes and ginger pudding!

My mouth drooled 🤤

But right now I needed a coffee...I stepped into the kitchen...

'Ms Farooqui...it smells great...I didn't know you're a chef...I went and put a spoon full of ginger pudding in my mouth and moaned...

'Ummmmmmmmm... woooow Miss Farooqui...if this is breakfast I get regularly I pray you run away from every wedding and come running into my arms'

'Whattttttt' she said and turned her neck...

Shit!!! I bit my tongue...

'I mean ...I mean...my house' I said...

She smiled and said...

'You let me stay, gave me food, covered me with quilt, that too when I'm a stranger, behave like a nut case, eat like a cow and snore like a pig'

And I looked at her giving a 'Oh you knew' look...

'Yeah ...I run my private rajdhani express at night... Direct to Jalandar' she said and we both burst out laughing...

***

Although I wanted a coffee, Zoya gave me a lime juice

'Mr Mehra.. Coffee makes hangover worse! Have lime juice' she said and began serving me breakfast...

It was delicious 🤤

When I emptied first serving... second was put onto my plate with a glare and a 'Hmmmm'

I chuckled.

I remember my Daadi...this is how she would make me eat...

I ate it all like a little baby panda 🐼

And burped!!!

While she chuckled!!!

'Now that's how a punjabi munda (boy) eats!!!'

I laughed...

I told her she can use my guestroom if she wants to freshen up.

She thanked me while I sat working...

After sometime...

She came out wearing a jeans and a white tshirt...

With her long hairlocks left freely...she looked gorgeous...

For s minute I didn't know what to say...

I was speechless!!!

Our eyes met for a brief period...

There was pin drop silence... her face so radiant, the tint of pink on her cheeks, the brown shiny hairlocks...

The way she dressed up... she definitely was a well educated lady.

I wanted to know her back story...

I didn't know how to begin...

While she said...

'I think you must destroy that picture of your ex!!!'

I looked at her...

'How did you???'

'Well the picture in your guest room... with a broken frame... kept hidden behind the scotch bottles...' she said...

'You observe a lot Miss Farooqui' I said...

'If you don't mind I'm a very good counsellor Mr Mehra...I fix everything from washroom pipes to broken hearts...I'm a multi talented genius child'

She patted her back...

I chuckled and began telling her my story...

I don't know why...I felt great...

Although she's a very very very talkative girl... She's a great listener too
..

I felt relieved!!!

To which she smiled brightly and finally said...

'Arz kiya he Mr Mehra...'

And she gave me a scowling look...

'Ohhh..oh ya ya... Irshad Irshad'

'Arz kiya he...

Dabbe me Dabba Dabba hua gul

Why do you remember her...she is a bloody fool'

I cringed

Although her scowling face was back...

'Wah wah Zoya wah wah 🙄' I said

Although my mood went low again...

'Allah Miyan whats wrong with you Mr Mehra... You are scared to tell it to your parents...look at me...my parents died when I was 4... I was brought up by my step mother...she loved me...but ofcourse for her selfish reasons...

But then I'm glad atleast someone loves me...

Fake or Real...

For her own need or whatever...

But I have someone na!!!

I ran from 3 weddings...

But look at me I'm still happy...

First one because the guy was in love with someone else and I wanted to help him...he was scared to run away...
So I ran away 😂

Second one because the guy was already married and I didn't want to be a second prize 😂

And the latest edition because he was 45
.. Posessive... psycho and yeah a Mini Mafia types you know!!! 😂

Wooow what an adventurous life I've had!!!

All of this because I'm going to get deported to India which my mom doesn't want...as my mom although does have a citizenship...I don't... she wants me to marry a rich NRI so we don't have to go back to India!!!

While I want to go back to my country...

But then

She completed it all in one breath

And I looked at her with my mouth wide open

😳

'Tho... those yesterday who ce searching for you were from the mafia gang???

You mean like dishoom dishoom gangsters...' I asked swallowing a lump...

'Yea..I mean...
Dag dag dag dag
Dishkiyaoon Dishkiyaoon
Dishoom dishoom
Boom 💥 Boom
Bhadammmmm

Gangsters' she said and I was shit scared.

She probably understood...

She stood up saying...
'Ummm ok ..Mr Mehra... thanks for giving me food shelter and also clean up myself... That wedding attire was too tough to run with...I'm glad I got to change...it's easy running in jeans' she said when I looked at her if she's for real.

'Wait Miss Farooqui...' I stopped her...

She stopped on her tracks...

I went closer to her...

'Mr Mehra...Mis... Mister Mehra'

I stepped dangerously close to her...

Her back hit the wall of my living room..

'You can be my housemate if you like' I said...

And she looked at me with her lips parted slightly...

I don't know why it teased my harmones...

I had a strong urge to kiss her...

But I controlled both my emotions as well as my eyes that eyed her lips probably making her too concious...

'Mis....Mister...Mehra'

'You can call me Angad...Ms Farooqui' I said...

And I saw her swallow a lump...

'But why?' she asked...

'Oh...I need someone to take care of my home...you can cook for me...I can organise your going back to India...if you would like to..' I said...

While I saw a twinkle in her eyes...
'You will do that for me???'

I nodded with a smile...

'And I know you are interested in photography too... You can join my team in India...I'll give you a job'

She was so happy that next second she pulled me into a hug!

Her jasmine perfume hit my nose and I was enchanted... I was mesmerized...

My harmones were ignited...

I don't know why my hands captured her in a soft hug... although I wanted to crush her... she was delicate like a glass doll...I carefully hugged her...

I felt a pang of emotion in my chest...

Days passed...

I loved her chirpy talks...

Our crazy evenings...

It was fun...

She worked as my assistant, cook and caretaker.

Her funny Shayari, her worst jokes...

She was bringing back the old flirty Angad Mehra back!!!

I was definitely attracted to her...

I loved her company...

However my mood was going off because...

Finally my birthday weekend was coming!!!

I had to go to Mehra Mansion!

I had to forgotten about the ugly breakup but now the minute my father will know...

He will prick it like a thorn!.

I was going gloomy!!!...

Finally it was a Friday and we went to Mehra Mansion...

Zoya didn't want to join me...but I needed her support...even Robin wasn't in the country...I needed someone by my side...

I thought of telling it to them before my birthday which was tomorrow, Saturday.

I didn't want to be embarassed before the entire world!!!

Zoya and I entered the Mehra Mansion while she said...
'Angad...Look at me...' saying she cupped my face...

'We are together in this!!! I'm your buddy...I'm here!!! Ok???'

Saying she pulled me in a hug...

I felt so warm... I loved her hugs...I could get addicted to them for a lifetime...

'Lets go you multi millionaire' she said

And I gave her a look...

'My dad is ...I'm not Zoya' I said...

To which she laughed saying...
'Marry Me Angad..I'll woo your family and then I'll get all their money and runaway 😂🤣🤣🤣🤭🤭🤭' she said holding her stomach...

While I heard a voice from behind...
'Dont worry young lady Angad is dumb!!! Andy Mehra is not!!!'

And I turned around and looked at him...

Yup...my dad was standing there!!!

'Dad she is...'

'Yeah Yeah...I know...Mr Angad Mehra... she's your choice... huhhh!!! You are a struggler and she's your new pawn to extract money from'

'Stop it Dad!!! Enough... Zoya was just joking!!! No one here is for your money...she is'

'Your fiance... huhhh... I can see...I swear Angad...I wouldn't have organised a party for sure... wastage of everything!!! Huhhh... If only your mother and grandmother understood!!!'

My eyes popped out a shock 😲

They are misunderstanding Zoya to be my fiance!!!! shit!!!

While in no time two beautiful women crushed me and Zoya into a hug...

'Puttarjiiiiii (child)' my Daadi was squealing happiness...

'Angy Baby...how are you son ..' my mom hugged me...

While I was coming out of her hug...

I saw my Daadi kissing Zoya's forehead...

'Hayeee Soni he (She is pretty)' my granny was screaming happily...

And before I could react she made Zoya wear a thick bangle...it was my Daadi's kadha...

Zoya tried to pull out. She was in a shock...

'No no...Daadi' she tried to explain..

But my Daadi said...

'Shagun he puttar (It's a good omen child) for my grand daughter in law' she said and I and Zoya both were shocked 😳...

Our eyes met and we both were gawking into each other's face!

This was a big misunderstanding!!!

Shit!!!