Multi Author Fan Fiction - Anokhi chp 2 pg4 20/04 - Page 5

Originally posted by: sourdough

Hilarious. I loved this chapter. I liked their conversation in car as well about Anokhi's dream. I really hope we get something along the line in the show.

I am glad you liked it.

I would love to have them talk about her dreams in the show. That's my one dream in SAAKK .

Originally posted by: Savithri01

Wow,so much fun..

Let the story go like this,its nice and sarcastic.

Amazing job 👌👍

Update soon..

Thanks a lot for your review. Glad to know that you liked it

this was hilarious. Aunty was so funny.

Loved it..when will be the next update...?????

Can't wait..

uff i love this one sboth parts are awesome

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

Chapter 2

She smelled like Jasmine.

This was the thought that had been haunting his mind ever since she sat in the car. It was not the first time that she had ended up inside his car. But this time, felt different; almost alien. He had never felt this antsy before; a strange feeling of nervousness overwhelming his senses. Maybe it was because of the argument they had just minutes ago or the fact that he had bared his ugliness before her in all its glory which she had witnessed and moved on; that made him this nervous.

He kept on tapping the steering wheel to calm his nerves. On the other hand, Anokhi sat as cool as a cucumber.

“So,” he began, “what are your dreams? What do you want to be in your future? You have never really mentioned the specifics.”

“Because I don't have one; a specific dream that is.”

“Then?” Shaurya questioned clearly surprised. Hearing this from someone who could do anything and everything to study was clearly a piece of shocking news.

“You see,” Anokhi began, “I do not have the fixed destination. In fact, my dream is just to become a capable citizen of the country – able to earn my own, stand up on my own feet and be independent. I want to help people, sir! Help people, whichever way possible."

“That’s all ok,” Shaurya waved her off. “What about a profession?”

Anokhi bit her lip and gave him a sideways glance. “Well I would like to be a lecturer,” she said slowly.

“Figures,” Shaurya muttered, reminiscing her talent of spouting lectures in the drop of a hat.

“But I would also like to engage in Social Work, like an NGO. Sometimes I also think about Law too.”

Shaurya quirked an eyebrow at that. “You can definitely do that. Law, I mean. It would suit you I think, more than being a teacher.”

Anokhi looked at him surprised. “You think so?”

“Mhmm,” Shaurya nodded, “you can argue someone to death. I can guarantee that.”

“Excuse me,” Anokhi gave him a sharp look, “what does that mean? I argue a lot?”

Shaurya looked at her and shrugged. “I didn’t say anything. You did.”

“I am sharing my feelings with you and you are mocking me? That’s it sir, stop the car. Stop it right now!”

Shaurya only managed to blink in surprise when Anokhi began to push at the lock and pull at the latch. He opened his mouth to speak and then sighed.

“It is auto-lock. You cannot open it and jump out of the car,” he blandly clarified.

Anokhi glared at him. “How did you know I was going to jump out of the car?”

“I figured you watch a lot of Indian Serials with how melodramatic you are. They always have this jumping out of car sequences, right?”

“Melodramatic? You think I am melodramatic. I am the least dramatic person ever,” she scoffed.

“Right,” Shaurya drawled, “because eloping from your wedding is not dramatic at all.”

She pursed her lips. “That was a different case and for some reason, you seem to be very invested in my wedding. In the library also you started on this topic and now too. Did my family take any loan from you that they forgot to return that you keep on flinging my past at me for no reason?”

Shaurya gave her a tight smile. “I just don’t understand how you did that. Your family; do you have any idea of the humiliation you caused them? I mean if you did not want to get married, you could have said no. How does agreeing and then running away on your wedding day be justified?”

“Well, Professor Shaurya Sabherwal, you seem to have never faced a situation where you are forced to work against your wishes and I pray that you never have to find yourself in one when your own family decides to force you into a marriage you are helpless to get out of. We will see then if you have the courage to run away like me or choose to give in like a coward for your reputation,” she retorted with a thin smile.

Shaurya felt his temper flare-up. “You think I am a coward.”

“I wouldn’t know sir,” she replied staring straight ahead. “It takes one to know one, and I am definitely not a coward.”

Shaurya took a deep breath and bit back his response. It was late, he was tired and he simply wanted some peace.

And the rest of the trip went in silence.

“Just drop me here sir! That will do.”

Shaurya frowned at her. Ignoring as he often did, he simply swerved into the by-lane carefully keeping an eye out for the house numbers. Beside him, Anokhi sighed.

“Have you taken an oath to not listen to me?” Anokhi asked, a resigned look on her face.

“I don’t listen to unnecessary stuff,” Shaurya retorted as he drove past the small Hanuman Mandir. “And while we are at it, why did you want me to drop you back there? We are yet to reach your PG. You would have had to walk a long distance.”

Anokhi gave him a pitying look. “You have no idea about gossip, right? Specifically, all the stories that gossip Aunties in the neighbourhood can cook up?”

“What are you talking about? I know what is gossip. But why should I even bother about such stupid things?” Shaurya scoffed.

“Sheltered Life,” Anokhi murmured to herself, shaking her head.

Shaurya rolled his eyes. “You think someone is going to gossip about us? Huh! Do you think I am afraid of anyone?”

Anokhi gave him a bland smile just as her eyes fell on the familiar house number. “You will see.”

“Time! Time kya hai! Hum bola time mein ata. You LATE!” Mrs Chadda’s broken Hindi roared into existence with all her pent-up rage the moment Anokhi opened the gate and stepped inside the campus. The landlady was an elderly widow; her nearly white hair tightly rolled into a bun held up by a pair of humongous butterfly clips that she seemed to adore. Her beady eyes squinted through the round spectacles as she marched forward, her lips curling downward.

Anokhi took a deep breath. “Aunty actually…” she began but Mrs. Chadda had changed course. Like a tiger sensing its prey, she charged ahead to the car parked outside the gate and knocked on the glass.

“Come Out,” she ordered, her clips flapping around in a jingling rhythm.

Shaurya opened the door and slowly got out of the car, his eyes carefully taking in the new character. She was wearing a floral leopard print Nighty and try as he might, he could not understand how someone managed to make a floral leopard print possible. Hesitantly he gave a polite smile.

Her eyes narrowed. “Andar chal. I don’t want drama here.”

She was inviting him inside her house, Shaurya thought confused as she began to walk ahead. He turned to look at Anokhi who was giving him that same pitying look from earlier. Flummoxed, he followed behind the woman as she led him through the gate and into the house.

“So, kab se chakkar? When Shaadi or are you into live in? Live in hain toh no room for you. No Shaadi, no room,” she firmly declared.

“Shaadi? What the –” Shaurya began only to be cut off as Anokhi dashed into the conversation.

“Sorry, Aunty. This is a misconception. I fell asleep in the library and got late. Sir was concerned about me travelling alone. So, he came to drop me,” Anokhi justified, her eyes looking at her landlady pleadingly.

“Sir!” she exclaimed, her eyes zeroing on Shaurya as she began to inspect him properly.

Shaurya stiffened as he felt her eyes scan him. He almost felt like an animal in a zoo. Uneasy, he quickly buttoned up his Blazer only to catch the look in Anokhi’seyes.

He narrowed his eyes. She was enjoying this. That little brat!

“Teacher huh!” the old woman hummed knowingly. “Well settled then. Good bank balance, eh? Accha hain,” she nodded approvingly at Anokhi, “settled hain, job hain, Looks also OK! Bas thoda jyada lamba hain.”

“Excuse me,” Shaurya blurted out incredulously. From an animal in the zoo to feeling like an object in the market; he had the absurd feeling like he had gotten demoted from being an animal with feelings to a displayed vegetable in the Sabji Mandi. And what was this about his looks and height? He was perfect.

Anokhi bit back her smile and arranged her face to a serious expression. “Aunty, you are going in a completely wrong direction. Shaurya sir is my professor in SIAC. And you know me Aunty; I am just 20 years old. I don’t have time for all this.”

Shaurya raised an eyebrow, irritated. “Ms. Bhalla, does it look like I have time for this?”

Mrs. Chadda heard only what she wanted to. “20, eh? That is ok. I got married at 15.” She turned to him and surveyed him again.

“This one is older huh? Could have found a younger one; adjusting with older husbands is a hassle,” she remarked, her hand gesturing sharply.

Anokhi felt laughter bubble up and had to tightly hold herself together. This was the most entertaining part of her entire day. Who knew this was how her tiring day was going to end! Auntyji looked nowhere close to done with her inspection and Shaurya Sir was getting redder and redder.

“He is somewhat older, yeah,” Anokhi remarked with a straight face as Shaurya turned to her with whiplash and in the next second did something she had never expected.

He gave her the stink eye.

“Look,” he bit out as he got up, his ears redder than the red butterfly clips that Mrs. Chadda wore, “I am not that old. And my height is perfect. I don’t need you to bother with that. I had to drop my student, so I came here. And you need a hobby instead of baking all these ridiculous stories in your head.”

He breathed heavily after his rant. “And Ms. Bhalla is my student," he added.

Mrs. Chadda ignored him. “Like younger girls, eh? Like my dead husband. He was 20 years my senior. He was like a black and white TV. But was old na, so one problem. A lot of performance pressure,” she nodded religiously and gestured at Shaurya. “After some time this one will have it too. Old people na, cannot keep up with us young girls.”

Shaurya saw red.

He slammed the front door as he came in, flinging his Blazer on the sofa. Shaan stared at his son, who had now begun to pace from one side of the room to another repeatedly.

“Shaurya?” Shaan called out carefully. “Is everything ok?”

Shaurya sneered. “Ok? Nothing is ok.” He whirled around and sat with a plop on the armchair. He glared at the ceiling and crossed his arms. “I am not old.”

Shaan blinked. “Umm, you are not ‘old’ old but you are quite mature.”

Shaurya gave him a stink eye and huffed. “And I hate old ladies.”

Shaan blinked. “Ok!”

He huffed and took a deep breath. “You know that one room in the hostel reserved for kitty and Bebo?”

“Uhuh!” Shaan nodded, “The one that they don’t need but we had to keep because Alok decided to keep up a fuss.”

“Yeah, that one,” Shaurya poured himself a glass of water. “Give it to Ms. Bhalla.”

Shaan froze. Shaurya raised an eyebrow.

“What? She is on your recommendation, right? You should worry about her; her present accommodation is horrible. So, give it to her. I am sure you can deal with Alok Chachu.”

Shaan looked at him carefully. “I should give that reserved room for Sabherwal daughters to Anokhi Bhalla,” he spoke slowly.

“Was I speaking Greek? Or maybe Spanish? Latin?” Shaurya rolled his eyes. “Just give it to her. I will take care of Badi Maa and Bade Papa. You just see to Chachu.” And at least she will be away from that mad woman. Otherwise, poor Ms. Bhalla would get corrupted. That dotty crackpot was definitely bad news.

Awesome how did i miss this one .👌👌

Wow so wonderful 😍

How did I not see this before 🤔🤔

Loved all the parts, specially the last, Mrs Chadda was a blast🤣🤣

Loved Shaan and Shaurya conversation too.

When and who will post the next chapter???

Update soon

Love Preet❤

this story is too good..I had a laughing blast..was searching for the next chapter and found that there aint any!!! waiting for the next update..

please update soon!