Vanya's POV

I wake up stretching myself and sit on the bed for some time like a dead body.

Finally after lazing around for 10 minutes I got off the bed and went to freshen up.

Urgh! I hate early morning meeting. But papa! He is hell bent on correcting my habit of sleeping in late. Not that it is ever going to happen.

I come out after taking a bath and get ready in my professional suit. I let my hair loose and apply liner and lipstick.

Just as I open the door I see bhaiya standing at the door. He was about to knock. He looked at me and smirked.

Leaning on the door he teased me.

"Princess ki precious sleep kharab ho gyi? Awlelele."

(Princess's precious sleep got disturbed?)

He said pinching my cheeks and I slapped his hand away in annoyance.

"Tang mat kro na bhaiya."

(Don't disturb me.)

"Bechari bachi."

(Poor child.)

He said still pinching my cheeks. 

"Argh! Bhabhi! Bhaiya mujhe chhed rhe hai."

(Bhabhi bhaiya is annoying me.)

He stopped smiling and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"Bhabhi ki chamchi."

(Bhabhi's pet.)

He muttered and left my cheeks. Bhabhi came there carrying their six months old son, Ritik.

"Kya hua?"

(What happened?)

Bhaiya smiled and round his arm around her and said.

"Kuch nhi meri jaan. Come lets go have breakfast."

He said and glared at me. I giggled and showed my tongue to him.

He loves bhabhi so much and is scared that she would make him sleep on couch. I adore them a lot.

I go down and settle on the breakfast table.

I smile seeing papa and he appreciates me waking up early.

We start having our breakfast and papa's phone rings in the middle. He was about to take the call but one look from mumma and he kept his phone down and smiled widely at her.

We all smiled at them. After having our breakfast me, papa and bhaiya settled in the car for the meeting.

Papa's phone again rang and he picked it up. His expressions changed tremendously.

"How dare you call me? Phone pr kisi ko threaten krna bhut asaan hai. Agar himmat hai toh face to face aakar deal kro. Bloody bastard!"

(Threatening someone on phone is easy. If you have guts meet me face-to-face.)

He said raging with anger. He kept his phone aside and took deep breaths to calm himself.

"Kya hua papa?"

(What happened papa?)

Bhaiya asked and papa said with anger.

"That bloody Mishra! Usse lagta he can threaten me. He says he would destroy me. Court mai hara nhi ska toh aisi cheap tricks pr utar aaya. Usse pata nhi wo kis se panga le rha hai."

(He couldn't defeat me in court so he got down to such cheap tricks. He doesn't know who he is dealing with.)

Dinesh Mishra and papa are long time business rivals. He had been trying to win from papa from many years and the two had developed great rivalry.

I know that he could not even touch papa but that man is really vicious. God knows what he is planning now.

Kanav's POV

I come out of the gym wiping myself with a towel.

I go to my room and look into the mirror. 

My body is completely transformed. If someone from my school saw me, they wouldn't be able to recognize me.

Yeah! I used to be very chubby and healthy back then. And now I have six abs which could be very clearly seen.

Ha! I am proud of myself. 

I never had many friends in school because kids bullied me for my weight.

I had only three people that I could call my real friends, who never bullied me and always supported me.

Ajesh was my bestie. He was quite popular among girls because of his excellent football skills and good looks.

Its not like I don't have a good face but my weight overshadowed everything.

We had two girls in our group. One was Misha, Ajesh's girlfriend back then.

I don't know whether they are still together or not but the two were inseparable back then.

And the third was my dramaqueen. She called me hippo and teased me but I knew that she never meant it from heart. I too called her dramaqueen because she reacted violently on everything.

She just needed a reason to start a fight and then she would dramatise it so much. 

I chuckle as I remember her and her antics. I used to have a huge crush on her.

After school I changed my city and came to Bangalore to complete my graduation. And I lost contact with everyone. 

I started working on myself and my career.

And here I am. Changed my appearance and established a successful business.

I take a relaxing shower and get ready for work.

I reach my office and the employees greet me. I greet them back with a smile.

I enter my cabin and sit down on my seat. 

I was working on my laptop when I heard my phone ring.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Am I speaking with Mr. Kanav Gupta?"

"Yes. Speaking."

"Ohh! Shukar hai bhagwaan ka! Tera number to mila. Kaha gayab ho gaya saale? Mars pr pahuch gaya kya? Matlab bada business man ban gaya toh purane dost bhul jaao. Tu aa wapas yaha tujhe mai dharti pr laata hu."

(Thank God! I got your number. Where are you, you moron? Are you on Mars? You became a big businessman means you forget old friends. I will get you back on Earth.)

I heard strong cursing voices and I chuckles knowing exactly who it was.

"Ajesh!"

"Nhi pehchanta toh wahi aa kr maarta mai tujhe."

(If you had not recognised I would have killed you.)

I chuckle again and say.

"Ye language aur ye accent kaise nhi pehchanta. Kaisa hai bhai?"

(How can I not recognise this language and this accent. How are you?)

"Marr gaya bhai. Tujhe kya? Tu apne paise chhap."

(Dead. What is it to you? You print your money.)

I chuckle again.

"Hass le saale! Bhut bada ho gaya tu. Doston ki yaad nhi aati tujhe."

(Laugh you moron. You became so big. You don't remember friends.)

"Sorry yaar bhai. Bangalore jaane ke baad sabse hi contact tut gye."

(Lost contact with everyone after coming to Bangalore.)

"Toh wapas aane ke baad mil leta."

(You could have met after coming back.)

"Maaf kr dena bhai."

(Forgive me.)

"Reunion pr milke decide karunga."

(I will decide on reunion.)

"Reunion?"

"Haan. Ek hafte baad school ki reunion hai aur agar tu nhi aaya toh mai sach mai ghar mai ghuske maarunga tujhe."

(Yes. There is a school reunion after a week and if you don't come I will kill you.)

I laugh and slump back on my chair.

"Yaar mai tere alawa waha kisi ko bhi achhe se nhi jaanta. Tujhe milna hai toh hum kahi aur milte hai kabhi."

(I don't know anyone properly except you. I will meet you somewhere else.)

"Nhi. Tu aa rha hai matlab aa rha hai. Mujhe unn sab chutiyon ko dikhana hai ki jisse wo ajeeb naamo se bulate the wo kya cheez hai."

(No. You are coming means you are coming. I want all those morons to see who called you with weird names.)

I laugh at his colourful language.

"Aur sirf mai nhi, Misha aur Vanya bhi toh honge na."

(And not only me, Misha and Vanya are also coming.)

My heart involuntarily skipped a beat at that name. Fuck! She still affected me.

"Fine. Mujhe address aur time bhej dio. I'll be there."

(Send me the address and time.)

"I knew it. Agar mai pehle hi ye bata deta toh tu itne drame nhi krta."

(If I had told you this early then you wouldn't have so much drama.)

His voice was teasing and I knew that he was smirking. I rolled my eyes and said.

"Shut up!"

He laughed and we talked for so long after so many years.
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