A DREAM OR A NIGHTMARE(SEASON 2 DARK FF) Season 2 Part 11 PG 43

So guys we are up again with the next part of A DREAM OR A NIGHTMARE SEASON 2. We are very happy with the response which u all gave to us in the last portion. this is the continuation of the last chapter where we have left. Hope you all enjoy it. Also let me remind you that the chapter holds more than 5800 words so read only when you are free.

Part-5A

All aunties went away leaving Sanyukta still giggling while Randhir red faced, not in anger but embarrassment loads he just faced. Hell would have broken and surface would have gobbled him up instead but this... this was insane.

Sanyukta was still finding it difficult to control her laughter where as Randhir was continuously glaring at her. How he could pull out all the curses right there, or even smash those teeth away if it would have been a guy.

He wanted to shut her mouth right then forever. He wanted to show her what he actually is and what he could do with her.

He wanted to scare her so that she would never dare to do something like this ever but at the same time Randhir knew his limits and need of time well. He really couldn't risk his mission, for the sake of his being angry. With greater being at stake he wouldn't let these petty things come in between. He had to get close to her anyhow. It was the only need of the hour.

Randhir was lost in his thoughts, Sanyukta tried snapping her fingers before him but he didn't budge a bit. His trance broke with her words though finally,

"you want anything sir?" Sanyukta upped her brows in askance and giggled again

What was with giggling and her was the only question, it wasn't that funny and look she almost increased so much of her blood and burned his by just giggling.

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Sanyukta noticed him still lost in thoughts, wondering if he's so much affected or was he really planning to buy? She controlled somehow and went away in anticipation that he will probably leave now.

Randhir finally sighed, he had had enough for today. The time was here to turn tables, if she thought she was going to walk away this easy that was probably her mistake. Sanyukta looked suspiciously at him when a thin smirk crossed his face, after all that just happened she was probably thinking he might not even buy one for his wife now... maybe in near future. Although she was unsure that if a guy like him would ever be settled in a marriage.

Her thoughts on his marriage broke next moment when she heard him say "Yes". He stood right in front of him the only thing between was the counter.

Her breathe hitched, her eyes widened. He was actually replying her or just asking in pardon. Sanyukta closed her eyes, thinking maybe this was just here mere over thinking thoughts.

" Yes miss. " he told her again and she fluttered her lashes in disbelief. She stopped there still. Her smile was gone. "now what does he want?", she thought to herself.

Randhir was smirking right in front of her, a smirk full of mischief. He took two steps towards her, snapped his fingers and finger-combed his hair with pride. Tables turned.

She was frowning, definitely his gaze was not making her feel comfortable. Randhir then shifted his gaze from top to bottom. Scrutinizing her features; her nose, then lips which were pressed into a thin line in nervousness, then her chin, then her long slender neck, her throat gulped and he knew her state. Getting lower finally his eyes landed on her chest.

He was continuously looking at her chest as if closely examining her. She realized where he was looking at, she quickly pulled her duppatta down and crossed her arms to her front. His smirk grew wider, that gesture didn't go well with her. Sanyukta was hell uncomfortable with all this. How she was boiling from inside, the nerve of this pervert. She could have just landed a tight slap on his cheek or rather just wanted to kick his butt hard and throw him out of her shop. This was indeed cheap and weird for her.

" size 34. " her curses halted hearing him say that. She stared at him, her eyes ready to pop out their sockets. She blinked thrice in shock. She was unsure of what he just said was real or not.

The audacity of this idiot How could he say that? Why did he say that? Why did he want it? A man asking for a lingerie. The questions kept increasing and the answers, well who's gonna answer her? Why was she even seeking answers in the first place? Hadh hai! Who is she to think on this? But Phir bhi pata to hona chahiye naa. Ek ladka ladkiyon wale kapde mange, KYON? KYON? KYON?

May be he wanted it for his wife... Wife? but he looks unmarried... yeah he is unmarried ... pretty much there's no ring in his finger, then may be for His girlfriend?

Sanyukta's brows crashed together as she moved away to the boxes marked for the size, her eyes still stuck on him. What if he needs it for himself? Shit... Is he gay? That's why he lives with a guy...? She travelled her eyes towards his chest to see his size and whether he needs it or not. It was twenty first century that too kalyug kuch bhi ho sakta hai bhai but but but yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Without operation, NO NO NO, this can never happen. May be operation karwaya ho but nahin yar. A man needs a bra for himself, hell no.

" sanyukta what nonsense are you thinking? " , she finally scolded herself mentally.

Sanyukta was lost in her thoughts, drawing conclusions still looking at his chest just then he cleared his throat bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Is there a problem? You need help?" he wickedly passed a grin as he caught her looking at his chest. He knew what she must be thinking right then.

Sanyukta almost face-palmed, that was embarrassing. She looked here and there but at him. looking at anyone's chest either man or woman or ahem, is a sin and pakde gaye to embarrassing.

"I don't have the whole day! "he announced to her, her hands were slower than before. Her mind maybe pre-occupied.

"Be quick! You make your customers wait the same way ?" he mocked her again

She gulped and went to the other counter. He too trailed her.

" what type of bb ahem!!" Sanyukta gulped in nervousness, "what is your type?" she finally asked looking at the boxes avoiding the eye contact.

"what do you have?" came his taut reply, he was enjoying her nervousness. Randhir noticed how her lips folded themselves inside and how she wrapped her dupatta's edge upon her finger. That was showing that her nervousness is increasing each passing second.

Randhir enjoyed teasing her some more he then bent forward to her "show me everything." he whispered making her go crimson red.

She arched back in response. Freezing and batting her big round kohl filled lashes slowly.

"wo w o we have many type of", she paused, then in a very low voice, "bras"

"you have many types of what? Sorry I can't here you. " he intentionally asked making her more embarrassed and hell nervous.

She looked down and spoke, "Bra", this time she was audible enough.

" push ups, sports, bridal, backless, strapless... We have these varieties" she finally spoke, gulping down her dry throat.

Randhir was somewhere amused or rather impressed that the girl was not giving up. She was giving all the answers of his questions no matter how embarrassing they were.

"hmmm I understood all the types lady but what are push up bras for? " there he threw the next question. She immediately looked up at him in shock. How can he ask this question? NO NO NO!! bloody monster. But she was trapped completely. " tthese are for lifting them up and emphasize their shape. "

" them??? theirrr???? Hold on lady, I cant get you? Can you please be clear with the terms?" , he again asked shamelessly.

Bas she now had enough. Bhot hua yar. She was getting enraged. He was now crossing his limit. AB JYADA HO GAYA.

"listen shut up now. I know you don't want anything. Just go from here. Aagaye yaha time waste karne ke liye. Lena vena kuch hai nahin. Haan nahin toh. " she snapped at him.

" okay show me the colours available in push up bras . " he said while stressing on the word bra more, but cut her in between as he sensed her anger and realized that she would give up in between.

"Oh! He is serious. He seriously wanted it. Wah! Kamal ka ladka hai. Wah.!" She thought to herself and turned around to take out the boxes.

He was constantly looking at her. His eyes were analyzing her perfectly shaped body. She stood on her toes and her hands were up to fetch the boxes which were lying at the top most shelf. She arched back a little due to which her long grown hair touched her hips. Her bangles again tingled, shimmered a little in the day light.

" need help? ", he said while he made his way behind her but still he was a few steps away from her.

" no need. I can help myself. " she jumped due to which a few boxes fell on her face and head.

He rolled his eyes in response. For him she was the most stupid girl. Ek to help ke liye poocha and ego to dekho iska. He thought to himself.

She picked up all the boxes and took out bras from all one by one and placed them all in front of him. he was really impressed by the girl's courage and guts. He looked at her face which was bent down, her eyes were stuck at the bras. He knew she was uncomfortable but still she was not ready to give up. He sat on stool kept on the either side of the counter facing her. He picked up one of the bras in white color and started examining it. He held each strap in his both hands and hang in front of her face.

" mmm! The color is okay. Mmm!!! Let me see the other color. " he kept it down. And picked up the one in yellow and again hang it in front of her face. This was really irritating her. But she kept mum.

Then he brought down the lingerie to her chest which didn't go unnoticed by her.

" what the hell are you doing? " she asked in irritation.

" hmm! Perfect. Pack this one. I loved it. By the way! How much? " , he asked with a sweet smile.

" Rs. 570/- only. " she spoke sternly frowning in anger.

" no discount? " , his smile become wider in this question.

" we give discounts to our special customers and unfortunately you are not the one. " , she mocked while travelling to the cash counter. He too followed her. She made the bill and packed the piece in the box properly.

He took out the money from his pocket and gave it to her. She kept the money with herself and kept the packet infront of him. he looked at the packet and then at her. He smirked and turned around to leave.

" oh hello! Kaha jaa rahe ho? Yeh to leke jaao. " she screamed from behind.

" its not for me. " he stopped but didn't turn around and spoke.

" haan haan! I know its not for you, but jiske liye liya hai usko to do. " she spoke.

" ha jiske liye liya hai usi ka pass hi rakha hai. " he smirked and left the place leaving sanyukta in utter shock.

She froze. It took her 2 full minutes to register what had just happened with her. WHAT THE HELL . he gave her a bra. What? That was so insulting. How dare he? Koi kisi ko ye sab gift me deta hai kya. Hold on that wasn't a gift. Theek hai gift nahi tha, but fir be koi ye deta h kisi ko vo be chattak yellow color. Eeiiwww!!! Chheee!!! Now she knew that he doesn't have any sense of dressing. No fashion sense. Hold on once again, what the hell was she thinking then? About his pathetic dressing sense or about that fact that he gave her bra as a gift or whatever or that bra was of yellow color? Areey nahin! She was angry because he wasted her time and insulted her by giving her bra that too looking at her size. He is gone now. Such a cheapo. She was fuming in anger. She stomped her feet and left the shop right then.

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A woman came to a low lighted room, "since how long have you been sitting in the dark?" A person aged than her twisted in his chair. The woman then switched on the lights, illuminating the room.

"Andhera toh ab kahi aur hone wala hain" she told him with a weird smile spread on her lips.

" aj vo ladka kon tha jisko Ap subha dant rahe thi Begum - Sahiba? " her husband asked.

" pata nahi! Tanka jhaki kar raha tha ghar me jab me pani bhar rahi thi. " she told him

" Hmmm! Gali ka koi bacha hoga. Ap chinta na kariye. " he replied.

You might have forgotten this. That guy was Randhir who was peeping inside that lady's house. The house named as SIDDIQUI HOUSE. We had mentioned it in our last update.

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" kal Rehaan aa raha hai. " she spoke in happiness.

The man looked confused at her as she placed a bowl of sevaiyaan before him.

"Toh usne aane ka faisla karliya" he asked back grumpily

"Kese nai karta, humari khatir" she told him holding his shoulder in assurance, "Mene baat ki hai Ahmed se... Woh chal pada hai waha se"

"Itne saal hogye..." the man started but the woman interrupted him mid way

"Tabhi toh ab aur nai... " she completed his sentence and gave him the bowl to anticipate their upcoming wins.

Next day

A guy in his twenties walked his way down the street, clad in a grey salwar kameez with Afghani scarf on his shoulders ,his eyes held kohl while a white crochet cap covering his head, his gaze fell on a bunch of girls trying bangles. He walked near one of them who was busy showing tow different colour set to her friends.

"Green wala zyada suit krega" he told her with a grin, she immediately blushed and the others near her blushed and gasped looking at him.

He passed a wink at them and turned around to walk past them, waving them from a distance. The women seemed to notice him while a few men waved at him in acquaintance. He walked past a tailor's shop only to meet a lady in her thirties, he moved inside the shop filled with girls smiling at them flirtatiously and winking at a few.

"Kese hain aap?" he addressed to the fashionable owner to which she fluttered her eye lashes and crimsoned

"Rehaan tum kaha gye the?"

"Bas thora kaam tha...aap ne yaad hum agye!" he bowed a bit and did his salaam, walking out of her shop.

As he walked down the street finally reaching the houses he ran into a small boy, he didn't apologise and walked up straight towards the mushy looking house.

"Rehaan bhai a gye " the boy shouted and a woman in her fifties was alerted she came outside and rushed to hug the person

"Kaisa hai tu rehaan" asked his mother showering kisses over his face.

"Main theek hu ammi" she again kissed his forehead .

"Tujhe ik bar bhi yad nahi ayi kya meri " His mother piled on her questions While her son was busy staring at Sanyukta standing on the balcony of her room. His eyes caught her movements well, his facade slowly shedding. She still looked the same just the time brought out more of her beauty.

Sanyukta twisted her dupatta and drew the water out, opening it and jerking it she spread it evenly over the rope to dry. Rehaan observed her while his mother hugged him and dragged him with her inside.

The moment she looked down noticing the hustle bustle. She caught his sight, he looked right at her, her breath hitched as he winked at her, he reminisced the moments from the days back in college when he had crush on her.

His actions were clearly ignored by her while Randhir took notice and crushed the can he held minutes back, was it the guy that made him fume or his antics was surely unclear. But one thing was sure he was clearly not going to tolerate Rehaan much.

Sanyukta moved back inside only to counter Vidushi grinning at her. "So Rehaan is back?"

"Toh?" Sanyukta rolled her eyes and collected her things from bed, settling them to their places

"He looks better now" Vidushi again smirked while Sanyukta glared back at her "One more word and that pile will be over you!" Sanyukta showed her the books she had kept aside while cleaning her cupboard

"Acha okay theek hai di... But seriously he still likes you!"

"Toh that's his problem and not mine" Sanyukta quoted with her fingers, "And tum yaha se jaa rahi ho ya fir main dad ko btayu jo tumne Randhir ko btaya tha?"

"Sorry Di...Wese bhi I was just going to buy vegetables with mom"

"Toh jao naa" Sanyukta joined her hands in defeat, huffing.

As Vidushi left Sanyukta again went to her window to pick her books kept near the table, to her surprise Rehaan stood right on the window adjacent to their house in his place. Smirking at her, Sanyukta felt like throwing the flower pot right across his face and break his teeth there and then but wasting such a beautiful thing over him won't be a good decision. She quickly picked up her pile of books when she saw his hand gestures.

He waved at her and then joined his index finger and thumb telling her she looked pretty, Sanyukta just controlled on her urge to shoot him if she owned a gun but she rather closed her window to his face.

"Bandar ulu gadha idiot..." she cursed loudly stomping her foot