♡ 10 ♡ Maa Darawani Hain

Here is chapter 10 of Pehla Pyaar.

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I did say that I would update the next chapter after the 10th of December, but since I had not updated it last week, I did today even though this chapter is a little shorter than my previous one.

But yeah next chapter will be after the 10th of December only.

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"Monday se vacation start ho jaye ga," Isha said, rolling on her bed as she held her phone in her hand. "Tum sab kahi pe ghum ne ja rahe ho?"

"Nahi!" She flinched, hearing their voice coming in union. "Tu kahi pe ja rahi hain?" Rhea asked from the other side.

"Main? Main kaha pe hi jaungi? Mummy papa toh gau ja rahe hain, Nani ki health kharab hain isiliye." Isha pouted when she realized that she would be staying at her uncle's house for a whole month without doing anything.

"Toh fir tu akeli rahegi ghar mein?" Anaya asked.

"Nahi, mere sath ghar mein bhoot rahenge na." Isha joked.

"Isha, Sach Bata na yaar." Anaya demanded the truth.

"Mere sath mera bhai hain par hum dono Karan bhaiya ke ghar rahenge jab tak mummy papa wapas nahi aate." Isha replied, standing up from her bed.

"Waise... kisi bhi teacher ne koi vacation nahi na?" Isha hoped the answer would be no.

"Nahi diya pa-" "bas abhi Main vacation acche se enjoy karungi." Isha exclaimed in the middle when Rhea spoke.

"Puri baat toh sun le. Ma'am ne bola hain ki joh bhi hw hain uska hume message aaega." Rhea answered, killing the joy of Isha.

"Kya?" She groaned.

"Arey, main yeh bola ki ma'am ne kaha hain ki-" "Maine suna tune joh bhi bola voh maine suna." Isha replied in between when Rhea was speaking.

"Toh fir kya kyu bola?" Rhea asked curious.

Anaya decided to reply to her, "bhai usne kya shock mein bola curiosity se nahi."

Meanwhile, Kritika, who was listening to their conversation silently, facepalm, heard their dumb talk.

"Toh aaj sab free ho kya? Milte hain kahi pe." Anaya suggested.

Kritika denied saying, "No, I have my coaching today."

"Par tujhe toh Friday ko chhuti rehti hain." Rhea argued.

"Haan, par aaj extra class hain." Kritika sounded reasonable.

"Aur main bhi nahi aa sakhti." Isha said, sitting up on her bed. She grabbed her red teddy bear from the side and put it on her lap. "I have to do packing for the day after tomorrow." Isha's gaze went to her messy room, her clothes and books scattered all around the place and her suitcase open lying in the middle of the room. She made a disgusted face seeing it.

"Kal tum log mein se kon kon school ja raha hain?" Isha asked.

"Not me," Kritika replied, as she drummed her pen on the table.

"Same same." Rhea's joyful voice said from the other side.

"You both are not going then I am also not going," Anaya said, her voice low as if she was whispering. "Isha, tu bhi maat ja."

"But isn't tomorrow the last day of school before vacation? And what about the Investiture ceremony? It will be tomorrow."

"Arey nah baba, kal nahi hain Investiture ceremony. Yeh abhi vacation ke baad hogi, humesa se aesa hi hota aaya hain." Rhea replied.

"Accha aesa? Toh fir main bhi nahi ja rahi."

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Isha did say to her friends that she wouldn't go to school tomorrow, but how will she convince her parents for it?

Isha climbed down the stairs, walking towards the living room. She saw her parents sitting with her brother who was busy with his phone.

She took a seat on the sofa and cleared her throat before "Umm... mujhe kuch puchna hain aap logo se."

Her father's attention turned from TV to her as he spoke, "Sari packing ho gayi?" She nodded and replied, "Almost. Aap ki?"

"Humari bhi ho gayi hain." He answered to her, his voice calm.

"Accha, agar koi help chahiye to batana, aap bhi Ikshan bhaiya." She turned towards her brother, whose attention shifted to Isha. He looked at her amused.

"Tu meri help karegi?" Ikshan smiled and put his phone on the side. Isha nodded rapidly.

"Aaj Suraj konsi disha se nikla hain." He said in a dramatic voice, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeh meri behen, Ishanvi Kapoor, hi haina ya kisi aur se badal gayi?" He grabbed her face with both of his hands as concerns took over him.

"Chhodiye mujhe," Isha said, irritated. She fought to free herself from his grasp.

"Bas karo tum dono. Tujhe kya puchna tha?" Her mother, Netry, asked.

"Bas yahi ki kal main chhuti le lu school mein?" Isha smiled innocently like a five-year-old child.

"Yeh baat thi isiliye itni acchi baan rahi thi." Ikshan said, rolling his eyes. He picked up his phone and got busy on it again.

"Chhuti? Kis baat pe?" Abhishek, her father asked with a stern voice.

"Kal last din hain aur waise bhi kal koi school nahi ja raha, toh fir main jake kya karu." Isha pouted, she knew that her mother would agree but her father, it's hard to convince him.

"Kal sab school nahi ja rahe isiliye tujhe bhi nahi jana?" Isha nodded at her father. "Agar toh kal sab kuae main kud jaenge toh tu bhi kudegi?"

"Papa, school jana aur kuae mein kud na alag baat hain." Isha winced.

"Beta maat jana school kal." Her mother finally spoke as Isha beamed in happiness. "Aur kya aap bhi bina matlab ki baat kar rahe hain." She turned towards her husband, whose attention was on TV now.

"Aur main aapko kuch bazaar se lane ke liye bola tha." Netry narrowed her eyes at Abhishek, who gulped upon hearing her words. He thought that she would have forgotten the task that she gave him but to his surprise, she didn't. "Laye aap?"

"Ikshan beta, tumhe kya lagta hain kon jitte ga? BJP ya Congress?" Abhishek asked his son, avoiding his wife's words.

Ikshan smirked seeing the situation. "Papa election toh kabke khatam ho gaye aur uska result bhi aa gaya." He said with the most innocent voice. His father glared at him for not playing along.

Abhishek turned up the volume of the TV and read the news showing on it. "Biwi ne ki apni Pati ki hatiya kyuki pati ko joh kaam diya gaya tha usne voh kiya nahi. Huh?" He, himself was surprised to hear this.

He then changed the news channel, reading another news, "Pati bhaga apne ghar se kyuki biwi ne kiya uspe julhm. Tsk.. tsk.. kya jamana aa gaya hain. Bichara pati." Abhishek shook his head, still feeling his wife's eyes on him.

"Ho gaya aapka?" Netry asked. "Baat ko maat taliye, jahiye bazaar aur saman leke aaiye."

"Accha thike ja raha hu thodi der me-"

"Abhi jahiye aur dus minutes mein mujhe Sara saman ghar pe chahiye." Netry said before walking outside the house to water the plants.

"Tumhari mata thodi darawani hain." Abhishek whispered.

"Aap ne hi toh shadi ki unse," Ikshan replied, chuckling while Isha held her laugh.

"Chalo main jata hu varna mera aur tumhari Mata ka case yehi news pe aaega." Abhishek stood from the sofa, vanishing inside his room to get ready.

Ikshan and Isha's attention went to the TV remote which had been lying on the table for the past minutes. Before nobody dared to pick up the remote and change the channel in Abhishek's presence.

Since he is not here now, they both attack the remote at the same time. "Mujhe de yeh remote," Ikshan said, pulling it towards him.

"Nahi, mujhe do," Isha said, slightly digging her nails inside Ikshan's hands. His eyes widened seeing her long nails.

"Nahi, mujhe aaj football match hain. Dekhne de." Ikshan's forehead creased.

"Haan toh main kya karu? Aaj kdrama ma naya episode aa raha hain." Her nails dug a little more inside his flesh.

Ikshan's eyes widened knowing she would scratch his hands like she always did to get whatever she wanted. "Chup chap remote dede varna main Papa ko Krish ke baare mein bata dunga." He said in on single breath.

Hearing her brother's sentence, she was horrified. How did he know about Krish? She has never mentioned Krish to him. The last time she did was when she was 12 or something.

"Krish teri school mein aata hai na? Tu aur voh friends haina?" Her grip loosened from the remote as Ikshan took the remote to him and changed the news channel to a sports channel.

"Aapko kese pata?" Isha asked, dumbfounded while he smirked hearing her question. "Main nahi bataunga." He teased.

"Karan bhaiya ne bataya hoga, haina? Her suspicion went to Karan as he and Ikshan get along with each other very well. Even though Karan doesn't know about Isha's crush but Ikshan does.

"Karan ho bhi sakhta hain aur nahi bhi ho sakhta hain." This was enough for her to know that her suspicion was right. It was Karan.

Isha leaned back on the sofa, folding her legs and arms as she glared watching her brother supporting his favourite team. Feeling her eyes on him, Ikshan smirked in her direction

"Bhaiya?" Her voice came out more sweet than usual. "Remote de do."

Ikshan's brows lifted. "Nahi." He smiled.

She sighed and spoke calmly, "Remote de do."

"Main bola na nahi."

"Bhaiya, remote de do." Her voice hardened a bit, and the tone went up.

"Kyu? Yeh remote tere ba- I mean papa ka hain?" Ikshan made sure not to use slang language while speaking to her.

"Haan toh yeh remote tere papa ka hain?" Isha fired back

A stern voice came, "Tum dono meri hi aulad ho na?" Abhishek said coming out of his room, as he heard their talk.

"Papa dekho na bhaiya mujhe remote nahi de rahe." She complained, running towards her father and hugging him from the side.

"Papa aapko kisi ke baare mein pata hain?" Ikshan asked, glancing towards his sister who was still hugging Abhishek.

"Kiske baare mein?"

"Ek ladka, uska naam Kris-" As soon as Isha heard the name she said, "Dekhiye aap match, main ja rahi hu room." With this, she stomped her feet and ran to hr slamming the door thud.

"Isse kya hua?" Abhishek asked, confused about his daughter's behaviour.

"Kuch nahi." Ikshan smirked.

"Aap abhi tak gaye nahi?" Netry asked as she found Abhishek's being inside the house.

"Haan Haan ja raha hu." He said before rushing out of the house.

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