A/N: To Vampire Breath for her Birthday. Happy Birthday dear. Hope you like it. :)

Warning: This story is totally silly and specially made for the birthday girl. So its different from my style of writing.


Abhijit: Arrey mein tho bhul hi gaya.

Abhijit slides off the hood of his car and walks over to the door. He opens it and reaches for something.

Abhijit: Tu mujhey sab bhula deti hai.

Tarika rolls his eyes at him and looks at the box in his hand.

Tarika: Kya hai ye? Don't tell me ki it's a gift again.

Abhijit smiles charmingly and shrugs.

Abhijit: Okay fine, mein nahi bholunga.

Tarika groans and Abhijit sits on the hood again beside Tarika.

Tarika: Stop pampering me Abhijit! Mujhey acha nahi lagtha!

Abhijit looks at her with mock hurt.

Abhijit: This is not pampering! Yeh toh mera pyaar dikhane ka tareekha hai.

Tarika: Jo bhi ho, I don't like it! And main yeh gift nahi lungi.

Tarika folds her hands across her chest and looks at him, stubbornly. Abhijit glares at her.

Abhijit: What do you mean nahi lungi? Lena padega!

Tarika: Nahi lungi!

Abhijit: Lena Padega!

Tarika: Nahi lungi!

Abhijit (glares at her angrily): Fine mat lo. Main yeh gift kisi aur ko de dunga"

Tarika looks at him, shocked.

Tarika: How can you give it to someone else?! Tumney yeh mere liye laye the na.

Abhijit(shrugs): Ab main iska aur kya karoon? Main khud toh nahi pehen sakta. Yeh girls ka hai. It won't go with my image you know!

He winks at her and lies back against the hood.

Tarika: Toh tum kisi aur ko dedoge?

Abhijit: Haan obviously!

Tarika looks away and extends her hand towards him.

Tarika: Fine! De do! But this is the last! Iske baad main aur koi gift nahi lungi.

Abhijit smiles happily and keeps the box on her hand.

Abhijit: Pakka! Iske baad no gifts! Promise! (Fingers crossed behind him)

Tarika nods at him, sternly and looks at the box. It was wrapped with a shiny purple paper and tied with a red ribbon.

Abhijit: Chalo, what are you waiting for? Open it!

Tarika opened the ribbon and was opening the wrapper carefully when Abhijit looks at her, annoyed and takes the box from her and gives it to her after

tearing off the wrapper in an instant. Tarika shakes her head at him.

She opens the box and sees a beautiful silver watch inside with square dial studded with white stones. Abhijit looks at her hopefully, waiting for a reaction.

Losing his patience finally he prompts her.

Abhijit: So...?

Tarika looks up at him with a straight face and says,

Tarika: This must be really expensive na?

Abhijit buried his face in his hands and sighs dramatically.

Abhijit: Tumhe gifts dene ka koi faida hi nahi hai.

Tarika slaps him on the arm.

Tarika: Aisa kuch nahi hai. I just don't like you, buying me expensive gifts.

Abhijit (pretends to be surprised): Yeh expensive nahi hai. Yeh toh duplicate maal hai, station par se 500 mein khareeda maine.

Tarika (laughs and plays along with him): Oh really? That's nice! Mujhe b shop ka naam bata dena. Next time tere liye koi gift lena ho toh wahin se lungi main.

They laugh for a while and then Abhijit asks her seriously.

Abhijit: You liked it na?

Tarika shakes her head in negative.

Tarika: No! Loved it.

Abhijit(smiles): Toh phir peheno.

Tarika: Hmm...

Tarika opens the link when her eyes notice something. She has tears in her eyes looking at it. She hugs Abhijit. Abhijit too hugs her back with a smile.

Tarika(separating from hug): Thank you it's so lovely.

Abhijit: I am glad that you liked it.

Tarika(caressing it): Wesey tumhey ye sab idea aya kahaan se? Ye humarey naam ko asey jod ke likh ne ka as " ABHIRIKA "

Abhijit(excited): Wo dhukan mein sales girl ne ye idea diya.

Tarika: Oh! Sales girl haan…. Fir tumko uska naam bi patha hoga?

Abhijit: Haan VB.

Tarika: VB? To tum usey pyar se VB bulathey ho Abhijit?

Abhijit: Pyar se nahi uska naam hi VB hai.

Tarika: Acha. Aur aapko wo ladki itni achi se yaad bi hai. Wo kesey?

Abhijit(dreamingly): Itni khubsoorath jo thi blue jean aur red shirt mein.

Tarika: KYA?

Abhijit(closing his ears): Mera matlab wo…wo…

Tarika: To tuney firse flirt ki us…uss…. VB ke saath jo khubsoorath bi thi aur... wait a minute you noticed what she wore and you still remember it. Hmpf.

Abhijit(biting his tongue): Tarika tu…. tu ye watch try karo na.

Tarika: Nahi Abhijit tum bath ko ghumao math. Pheley tum ye bathao ki kal meiney kya dress phena tha?

Abhijit(thinking): Margaye yaar.

Abhijit: Kal….. Hmm…. Kal….

Tarika: Haan Abhijit kal. Agey bado kal ke baad.

Abhijit at the same time got a call. Abhijit saw the caller to be Daya.

Abhijit: Ek minute Tarika.

Abhijit: Hello.

Daya: Hello.

Abhijit: Haan Daya bolo itni raath ko?

Daya: Project k barey mein remind karney keliye. Wo terey pass hi hai na jo humney kal complete ki thi?

Abhijit: Haan wo project humney jo kiya merey pass hai. Ok.

Abhijit(thinking): Kal….. Project…..

Daya: Hello Abhijit.

Daya: Abhijit tum line pe ho na? CAn you hear ma?

Abhijit: Haan… Haan…Daya haan I am here. I can hear you.

Daya: Kahaan ko gaye they tum Abhi?

Abhijit: Nahi kahin ko naho gaya. Acha sun kal college mein milthey hain Daya. Bye Good night.

Daya: Good night.

Abhijit smiled after the call ended.

Tarika: Kya hua?

Abhijit: Kuch nahi. Haan kal tumney kya phena mujhey kesey patha hoga. Kal to tumney mujh se milne se hi inkar kar di ti.

Tarika: Arrey haan.

Abhijit: Tujhey patha bhi hai mera haal kya hua kal bina tujhey dhekey. Tch tch…. Tujhey to meri fikar hi nahi hai Tarika ji.

Tarika: Esi koi Baath nahi hai Abhijit. I am sorry.

Abhijit(sighing sadly): Hmmmmm….. Acha tik hai.

Tarika(pulling his cheeks): Smile.

They both smiled. Then Tarika wears the watch and admires it in her hand.

Tarika: Thank you! It's beautiful...(she looks at the time and her eyes widen) and its 11:30! Bhai will kill me!

Abhijit: (smiles) Uski itni himmat!

Tarika: Abhijit stop joking! We have to go!

She slides off the hood and rushes over to the passenger side door. She opens it, grabs her bag and takes her cell phone out from it.

Tarika(panicking): Oh God ! Bhai ke 22 missed calls! Woh tension se pagal ho rahe honge. Abhijit looks at her miserably.

Abhijit: Tarika please! Half an hour more!

Tarika: No Abhijit! We have to go! Bhai ko pehle hi hum par shak hone laga hai college mein...Please chaliye.

Abhijit sighs dramatically and makes a huge show of sliding off the hood, walking over to the driver's seat, opening the door and sitting. Tarika glares at him all

the while but doesn't say anything. She sits in the car and they drive off.

They reach Tarika's house and Abhijit parks his car away from the house so that Rajat doesn't notice it. Tarika quickly opens the door and is about to get out of

the car when Abhijit holds her hand.

Tarika (impatiently): Uff oh ab kya Abhijit.

Abhijit(calmly) : At least bye toh boldo.

Tarika softens. She gives Abhijit a tight hug,

Tarika: Bye!

She again starts to get out from the car but Abhijit still doesn't leave her hand.

Tarika (through gritted teeth): Ab kya hai?

Abhijit says, already dreading her response.

Abhijit (scrathing back of his head): Ek kiss bhi agar de deti toh...

Tarika: (fake anger) Listen Abhijit, don't test my patience!

Abhijit leaves her hand.

Abhijit: Okay sorry, Go!

Tarika turns to go but stops herself this time. She turns back to Abhijit and pulls him towards her. Abhijit's eyes widen before he closes them as Tarika brushes

her lips in his cheeks ever so softly leaving a light rose print.

Tarika: Good night.

Abhijit: Goodnight.

Tarika comes out and peeping in through window.

Tarika: I don't think it will be a goodnight.

She looks at her house and bites her lips, nervously.

Abhijit: It will be fine Tarika! Go!

She waves at Abhijit as he drives away and walks up to her house nervously. She rings the bell and the door opens up almost immediately.

She smiles at her brother who was standing in front of her, arms folded and an eerie expression on his face. Her brother wasn't usually the intimidating type

but right now she was dead scared of him. He stood by the door, not letting her in.

Tarika(nervously): Bhai….

Rajat continued glaring down at her. Tarika tried her best not to look away.

He finally said, breaking his silence.

Rajat: Who is that Guy?