(Disclaimer: This is a Jot induced in gande gande khayaal dream of Jot herself)
Jot walked down the street, close to where she saw Justin Trudeau. Jot's heart fluttered. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him and walked over.
"Hey, what's up?"Jot walked provokingly towards him. She hid behind her jacket sleeves appalled when she didn't get a reply from him.*hadd hoti hai panauti ki*
"Quite frankly, it's really boring. There's nothing to be done after work; don't you think?" Jot flunked her hair around, almost choking herself, to no effect.
Justin laughed still without a response, until Jot's inner jawaala arose.
"Why don't you ever want to go on a date with me?!?!? How come you never ask me out?!?! Or even TALK to me?!?! Can't you take a HINT?!?!"
Justin stroked his chin, "Hm... maybe a date, would be nice..." He grinned, "Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, me n' you. Bye, Jot."
"Wait what?! OK!😃"
Jot sat on her bathroom counter grooming her long, midnight hair endlessly till all the teeth fell off the comb. She wore her best clothes that she had purchased of the rack, for the long-awaited date that she was anticipating since she was dore daaling on all men. At last someone got caught in her husn ka jaal. Her doorbell rang and it was none other than Justin Trudeau. Justin was dressed in his standard black suit, which slightly upset Jot. It made him seem as if he does something fishy on the side. Well till he is not killing off worlds chocolate, she is fine.
She took him down the streets of Calgary, shopping through the stores; cuddling and talking with her man. She bought him a new nightcap, from his own money of course, that he had been secretly vying for. At midday, when both of their stomachs were growling in unison, she treated him out to the Lake House Restaurant, and he ate twice the amount she thought he'd eat but she didn't mind because its not her money😳. He talked to her, related with her, told her some lame jokes which she still laughed along, and he laughed with her. Jot was amazed and surprised that the date had turned out really well. If only she was not burping so much, she could have talked more. They stood on top of the bridge in Bewmont Park overlooking the beautiful view, holding hands and staring out into the sunset.
"Wow! Everything turned out really better than I had expected. I mean, everything was perfect. But the best part was being with you," He grinned at her.
"I know! I mean...uh... yeah just like I planned," She giggled. She began to lean towards him for a kiss, pouting her lips, when Justin stopped her halfway and said smirking-"Too bad it's only a dream, Jot" POOF!
Jot woke up, startled and sweating. She wiped her brow, free of sweat, and as her hand travelled downward, she felt a large glob of wet and dry drool, from her mouth. She freaked out and then noticed it was pooling up and water falling onto her bed sheet. She pounded her fist on the bed sheet and yelled, "Satya anaash!!!"
She quickly patted down around the bed, looking for her phone. "It's already 12pm."
Jot got out of her room and rushed downstairs. She picked up the mail lying on the floor by the door and shuffled through it.
"Oooh, I've got mail!" she cringed. Except for gaali bhare khat Jot hardly got anything but since she refilled her bournvita supply by stealing it from pados waali aunty, strength was back and she ripped open the white envelope.
"Invitation to the McMahon Stadium, Chief Guest: Justin Trudeau; at 2pm?" She sprinted upstairs and went straight into the bathroom.
45 minutes later, she was ready dressed in full black and her hair tied up in a ponytail.
"Wooow! Maidan hai yah mauhalla." Jot looked at the stadium from outside.
"Hey! Lady in black; what do you want here?" A muscular guy angrily asked her. Jot could tell he was part of the security detail and didn't want any trouble. She pulled out the invitation she received in the mail earlier and showed it to him.
"This way Ma'am." He immediately changed his tone and walked her towards the entrance.
Oooh, Ma'am. I likey!!
Jot: "OMG... There's like 5,000 people in here"
Security: "Your maths is clearly weak. There are over 30,000 people in here."
Jot: "Whatever... I'm just here for Justin."
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR THE ONE AND ONLY JUSTIN TRUDEAU!" A voice echoed in the stadium.
The whole stadium was filled with cheer and applause as the fine man walked in dressed in a black slim fit suit with a satin shawl lapel.
"So dreamy and perfect." A woman next to Jot sighed.
"Hat saali, nazar hata mere mard se" Jot snarled back and barged the lady.
The lady pushed back and suddenly they were in a cat fight that was broken up within seconds. Watching their zeal at hurting one another, both the ladies were taken by security into the middle of the stadium, asked for their names and were weighed. Everything was noted on a piece of paper that was taken to the announcers.
The announcers being none other than, Justin Bieber and Prince Narula!!!
JB: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE MAIN EVENT OF THE NIGHT. THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL THAT CAN BE WON BY A SINGLE PIN FALL, SUBMISSION, DISQUALIFICATION OR COUNT-OUT. THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH WILL RECIEVE AN EXTRAORDINARY GIFT FROM JUSTIN TRUDEAU! "
PN: "INTRODUCING FIRST: THIS WOMAN IS A FREESTYLE PAKAU. SHE STANDS 5-FEET-7-INCHES TALL IN BATHROOM CHAPPALS, WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS IN SADAK CHAAP CLOTHES. SHE HOLDS A PROFESSIONAL MIXED MARTIAL ARTS RECORD OF 20 WINS AND 0 LOSSES AGAINST PLASTIC DOLLS, WITH 10 WINS BY KNOCKOUT GALTI SE: SANAYAAA!"
"HER OPPONENT WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS OF AALOO PARAANTHA, WITH A PROFESSIONAL RECORD OF 0 WINS IN EVERYTHING, 0 KNOCKOUTS AND 0 LOSSES BECAUSE SONE SE FURSAT NAHI, JOT THE PEHLWAN?"
"What the hell is a pehlwan'" JB asked, confused.
PN: It means too sexy to handle *with dreamy eyes*
"Aa teri hazaamat banati hoon"
The contest between Jot and Sanaya is fierce.
Jot: Teri haddiiyon ka surma naa bana ke aankhon mein lagaya aaj toh meri jooti aur meli ka sarr.
Sanaya tries to dig her right heel behind Jot so as to pitch her backwards, but she is unsuccessful, and after awhile, the two are almost motionless in each others' desperate grips.
Jot: Chod saali!!! Ghar mein maa behan nahi hain kya!!!?
Sanaya gives a fatal blow to Jot by thrashing her to the floor.
Jot: Haaye, Kutta female waali, maar dala...haaye!!!!!
dropping to one knee in an attempt to fling Jot back over her head, Sanaya makes a fatal mistake. Jot reacts with lightning speed, maintaining her balance and swinging her right leg over Sanaya's head to score a victory. As the crowd bursts into a thunderous roar, Jot is lifted up by the security and carried to the stage on their shoulders where Justin Trudeau was standing.
Jot was covered in dust and blood and her hair was out of place. She quickly ran up to Trudeau and tried hugging him but to her surprise, he stretched his hand out motioning her to stop.
Trudeau: You weren't supposed to do that.
Jot: Do what?
Trudeau: You weren't supposed to beat Sanaya.
Jot: KYA?!
Trudeau: Exactly what you heard. She's always been my favourite wrestler. You've ruined her record.
Jot: KYA KYA?!!!! itni beizzati!!! Ghotala karna tha toh bulaya kyu maare ko!!!? Sharam nahi aati? Maare se itna dhokha kyu?!!!!
Trudeau: Because you're a loser you have no record. What the hell is a pehlwan?
Jot: You know what? Just give me my reward phir tu aur teri item jaaye bhaad mein.
Trudeau: Okay, close your eyes first.
Trudeau turned around and picked something out of a box. As soon as Jot opened her eyes, she saw Trudeau opposite her holding a garland. She swooned when she looked his smile showing his pearly whites.
"OMG! NO! NO! NO! STOP!!" Jot exclaimed when she realised the garland was a chappal wali garland. She retreated but every step she took back, Trudeau followed her with the garland.
"JOT!"
Jot woke up, shocked.
Annie: "What the hell, Jot?!"
Pooja: "We've been trying to wake you up for the past 5 minutes."
Nabila: "1 minute to midnight, get your backside out of bed!"
As Jot sat up, she realised that everything was all a dream. Confused, she looked around and saw her friends Gurpz, Nabila, Vithya, Annie and Pooja in her room.
What the hell was that dream. I don't even know who that woman was. I don't know any of those people. What on earth was that?!
"IT'S MIDNIGHT!" A voice came from outside her room.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Her friends all screamed in unison as Yuvi walked in with the cake.
Credits: Poo, Jillu, Yuvi, Riya and Proteeti
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