1.3|Baano • (✿ ♡‿♡)

Once in her childhood, Baano put her finger into a socket when it was switched on - and a wave of electricity passed into her body. Her tiny finger turned painfully red while she kept wailing for constant two hours.

But today the shock she experienced was bigger than any electric shock. Because humans are more dangerous than electricity.

We know how electricity works but we don't know how an individual's mind works.

Mind is a misconception. However, I believe that the mind is a battlefield where the brain and heart fight. And at that moment Baano's brain and heart were battling against each other. The reason was Armaan.

Her heart wanted to beat him with her Dadi's stick. While her brain wanted to kick him at his most precious territory.

However, both ideas had drawbacks.

She can't beat him with her Dadi's stick for three reasons. First, she has made a century in beating boys with her Dadi's stick. So it's kind of boring for her now. Second, she has broken her Dadi's numerous sticks due to her beating sessions. Her Dadi had warned her to never even touch her stick again. And third, who will travel from Patiala to Hoshiarpur only to bring a stick.

She can't kick him at that part as well because of only one reason which is that she has fractured her leg while dancing.

She thought of other ideas.

Why not slap him in front of the whole crowd? But it would look too melodramatic.

Then spill water on his face? Just like Anil Kapoor spilled water on Madhuri Dixit in the Pukaar movie. But then she will look like those self-centered, arrogant vamps of dramas.

Or smack his head with something hard? But he is taller than her. How she will reach the height of his head to smack it?

By the way, why she is so eager to ruin Armaan's peace?

Because The Armaan Gill went to Hoshiarpur to meet her parents. And politely asked them,

"Can I date your daughter?"

Yeah, not your expected marriage proposal, but a dating proposal.

Her parents respectfully threw him out of their home. And then narrated the whole happening to her on the call. And right now she was fuming with anger.

Well, she wasn't sure what she would do, but she is Baano. Whatever it would be, it will destroy the word "Peace" from Armaan's world.

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Armaan rang the doorbell of- you already know on whose doorsteps it would be.

It's been two months since he has initiated the conversation with Baano. From Baano's side, they are not even friends, just acquaintances, but from his side, he has already decided to have a destination wedding.

I know, some of you would have mumbled pervert under your breath.

One morning he ran out of sugar, not really - he had two giant packets of Brown sugar in the kitchen. But he won't be Armaan if he doesn't go to Jasbir's uncle's home and asks for sugar. Even when he prefers Brown sugar over normal white sugar.

The next morning he ran out of salt - not really. Then again being Armaan Gill he straight went to their home.

But he is a director to shout out loud. The perfectionist inside him didn't approve of using these ghisey-pitey ways to get closer to Baano.

So he tried something new.

He called his landlord and told him he has found a new place and want to leave his house. His landlord was ecstatic that finally he got rid of this perfection ki dukaan. So he gladly next day came and took keys from him. As the landlord left, Armaan's real plan began.

He picked his luggage and went to Jasbir uncle's home. As the doorbell rang, the door was opened by Baano.

"Now for what he is here? Can't he go to the market rather than disturbing us daily?" She thought to herself.

The point to be noted is Armaan wasn't getting closer to her, however, she was getting closer to smack his head someday.

"What do you want, Gill Saab?"

"You..."

"What?"

"Your help."

"For what?"

"My landlord threw me out of the house."

No doubt, no one can tolerate a crazy streak like you.

"Oh! Then what about your accommodation now?"

"That's why I am here. Please call Jasbir uncle."

He was calm. He is homeless and his mind is still harmless? I think nowadays people are impatient because God has transferred all the patience to this one man. Even if he got drenched in mud, or got robbed STILL he will say, "I'll add it in my next project." If being a director gives you this much calmness then every house should have one Karan Johar for sure. The world will become peaceful again.

Baano stared at him, perplexed. Nonetheless called for her Dada-Mama.

"Dada-Mama, Armaan is here to meet you."

His lips curved into an innocent smile as she called his name. Uff! He blushed. And Baano saw the deeper shade of crimson on his cheeks and couldn't describe what she felt at that moment.

Jasbir Singh came out from his room. First, he looked at Baano, she was looking confused. Then he looked at Armaan, who looked quite excited. And then a few suitcases on the floor.

Baano... Armaan... Suitcases!

Haw! Baano is running away with Armaan?

"Jasbir uncle, you had once told me that you want a tenant for the upper portion of this house."

"Yes."

"Can I take that portion on rent?"

And he was thinking that his innocent neighbour was eloping with his sister's granddaughter.

"Of course!"

Okay, his melodramatic self thought of the situation as a totally different story. But no one refuses money.

"Okay, can I have keys to my new home?"

"Of course! Baano, bring him keys."

HUFF!

And that's how Armaan began living at the upper portion of their house as a tenant.

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Armaan rang the doorbell of his new home. He was sweating hard. For the first time, his perfectionist attitude doomed him. All the way from Hoshiarpur to Patiala he was imagining how he would be killed from Baano's hands. Like she will stab him or Oh God! What if she kicked him just like she had kicked that Diljeet once.

The door was opened by a limping Baano. He sighed, at least she won't kick him to increase her misery. Her foot was fractured, he was in the safe zone. But then frowned, her foot was fractured, she was limping, still she wasn't resting.

"You shouldn't be walking in the house, you should rest."

"I can't sit at one place for long."

He sighed, both, in annoyance as well as relief. Annoyance at her recklessness. Relief that she didn't ask about the stupidity he did at her parents' home. But he knew that she knew, about his dating proposal. And he is standing in front of her and is still unharmed, means the window to her heart is still open.

I think Armaan should be declared as the Besharam of the century. He is perfectionist in terms of shamelessness as well.

But but but...

She is Baano to shout out loud.

Don't forget the rule of BBB.

Boys, Beware of Baano.

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And this chapter was supposed to be the last chapter because I thought no one really liked it. But no, someone liked it.

Thanks to deep_Thinker_01

Bye!