Part9
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"Hello, bhabhi jii," Samar said, and I could see her face turn angry.
"Aahaa Mr. Whatever," she replied, looking at him. "My name is Myra, so call me by my name."
Takkar kii bandi mili hai Kapoor (you got the girl of your type)" Samar whispered in my ear.
"But you're Zain's wife na," Samar pointed out.
"But I am not used to it!! "Myra would be fine," she replied with a tight-lipped smile.
"Ok, leave all this, so first let me introduce myself." "Hi, I am Samar Dawan Zain's best friend." He extended his hand for a handshake.
"Myra," she replied, shaking hands with him.
"If you both are done, let's go," Diya said excitedly.
I sat in the driver's seat with Samar and Diya. Myra and Rishabh sat in the back seat.
"Waise bhai bhabhi is looking beautiful today," Diya said as I started the car. I looked at her through the mirror. She was busy using her phone.
Why does she have so much attitude?
"Say na bro," Diya whined.
"Shut up, Diya!" I yelled.
Myra, you know what Zain always talks about you?" Samar said, and my eyes widened.
All the jokers are in my car today.
She forced a smile. "Guys, please turn on some songs please," Myra said.
"Bhai hates listening to songs in the car," Diya said.
"Actually, your brother is really boring and old," she said, smirking.
She called me boring and old..huh? I am just 25 and she is calling me old. How dare she?
"Indeed, bhabhi bhai is really boring," Diya said and hi-fied her.
I glared at her.. She just gave me one of her innocent smiles..
She is not innocent... she is the devil in miniature.
Myra ... how they listen to those songs at higher decibel levelsArghhhh.. concentrate on driving, zain, otherwise you will meet with an accident.
They started singing those lines, shouting their guts out... Ohh God, I made a mistake by coming with them.
I just tolerate their nonsense while concentrating on driving.
I turned off the song and stopped the car. They groaned in frustration.
"What the hell?" I palmed my ears as they shouted in unison.
"We have reached" I said...
Diya squealed as she stepped out of the car, as did Rishabh.
I also stepped out with Samar where Myra is. I turned and looked at Myra. Ohh yeahh, she was clicking pictures while sitting on the backseat.
Samar laughed, patting my back and went behind Rishabh and Diya..
"Are you planning to come out of the car or not?" She made a face and stepped out of the car.
She was about to fall because of her long skirt, but I held her bare shoulder and made her stand properly.
I said, "You just know how to fall down," I said, and she just glared at me in return.
She clutched my collar, making my eyes widen. Listen, Mr. Zain Kapoor, I'm not in the mood to fight today; we're here to have fun, so let's do that.
My hand went to her waist as I pulled her closer. Now it's her time to get shocked. "It's you who always started the fight, not me."
"You broke the headlight of my new car," she said, much to my annoyance.
"Even you broke the headlight of my car and you were drunk that night,"I said.
"That's none of your concern if I was drunk or not," she said, gritting her teeth.
"But that's wrong and you were also doing race," I said sternly.
"Listen you..." Her sentence was cut off by Diya's loud voice.
"Main kuch nahi dekha (I didn't see anything)" And there she was standing with her hands on her eyes.
We both straightened up... she thought we were romancing...
I cleared my throat and said, "Diya, it's not like that..." She cut me off. "It's OK bro apko, you don't need to explain anything, you both carry on. I am going," she said and ran to Samar.
Myra walked away with her sunglasses on, stomping her feet.
Why is everyone mad here?
Myra's pov..
"This is so beautiful," Diya squealed, clapping her hands as she saw the Bollywood sign.
"Not more than you," Rishabh said, looking at her dreamily, but she didn't hear it.
"Control Rishabh, don't behave like a roadside Romeo," I whispered in his ear, and he smiled sheepishly.
She clicked the picture of the Hollywood sign.
"Let's click some selfies," Diya said, and we clicked some selfies.
"Zain, you can smile; it won't cost you money," Samar said to him, and I chuckled.
He can't smile He is an arrogant jerkass. I shouted in my mind.
We clicked some more pictures posing like hot girls...
My eyes widened as Diya spoke.
"Diya no, we are fine like this," Zain said.
"Come on, yaar zain, she is your wife only," Cabir said.
"Yes bro please," Diya said to him.
"Diya leave it na," I said.
"Why did you pose with him? He is your husband," Rishabh said, taking Diya's side.
Rishabh, I'll kill you...I glared at Rishabh in return, and he just gave me his cheeky smile.
"Urghhh Zain, pose with her because she is only your wife," Samar said.
"All right," Zain said.
Now I have to pose with him. Arghhh.
He stood beside me. "Zain, she is your wife, only atleast hold her shoulder," Samar said, and he did, placing his hand on my bare shoulder and my body erupted with goosebumps.
What the hell is happening to me?
"Done," Diya said, and he withdrew his hand, making me sigh in relief.
We went to some other place and then to a restaurant to have something as we were so hungry.
To be continued
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