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"Get me the car, please, Kaka!" He kept his phone and turned to see her checking hers. A red Ferrari sports car drove up as the driver handed over the key to Pratap. Ajabdeh's eyes widened.

"Whoa!!! This is cool, man! You should mention having a car like this. Pata hota to Kuch aur pehenti!"

" No, what you are wearing is fine!" He opened the door for her. 

" I can't believe this! " She gushed.

" What?" He frowned as he sat at the wheel.

" Wait, let me take a selfie!" He frowned at her some more.

She uploads the picture on Instagram as she says aloud, " Hashtag(#) Palace #Royalty #Ferrari #outwithaprince #omg"

He stares at her, amused, " Really? Out with a prince?"

" Kyaa?" She raised her eyebrows. "My friends in Delhi are always like Kaunsa Gaon mein You stay gal! This is my chance to show off a little!" She shrugged.

He shook his head, " I can't believe this!"

" Can I tag you?" She asked, ignoring his amusement. 

" No! Wait... Do you follow me?" He asked.

" Ya so?" She shrugged.

" Nothing!" He looked surprised. "I didn't know that."

"I don't expect someone with a blue tick and thousands of followers to even know." She shrugged.

The car drove out of the archways as Ajabdeh waved to a much-surprised Kaka.

" Chalo Princy, where are the engaged specimens?" She said, turning to face him. 

"First of all, Princy sounds like a dog! Secondly, what on earth are engaged specimens?" He asked.

"Haan! You see, let me explain..." He shook his head. It was going to be a long drive.

" ... They are getting married, so to all the unmarried people, they are like specimens. They go through the experiment, we learn from it..." Ajabdeh moved her hands animatedly as she spoke.

" Learn what?" He asked, eyeing her in his peripheral vision.

" That you should never get married. Ever!" She shook her head with a chuckle.

He laughed, amused. " I thought all girls have this prince on a white horse dream." 

" Not this girl!" She shook her head. "I have more of a queen of my kingdom dream."

" Well, sadly, I have to get married." He sighed.

" Why?" She frowned.

" Royalty, sole heir, empire!" He shrugged.

" Like a Princess?" Ajabdeh narrowed her eyes.

" Maybe..." He shrugged with half a smile, concentrating on the road.

" Ewww, so typical. It's like a live fairytale." She looked away.

He stopped the car where another car was already parked. It was a white BMW. Chakrapani waved at his friend and stepped out, followed by Bhagwati, in a pretty white knee-length dress. Ajabdeh saw Bhago and forgot about her gown. " Eeee Bhago!!!!"

Within a few seconds, Pratap saw her get out of the car and rush towards a surprised Bhagwati and the next moment, with a loud thud, she was on the road. Ajabdeh Punwar had tripped on her gown.

She sat like a child, cursing, " Damn This Gown!"

Chakrapani was surprised but quick to help her up, and Bhago asked, " Are you all right?" Pratap just couldn't control his laughter at what had just happened before his eyes! She glanced, narrowing her eyes at him, then came up with a taunt, " Wow! So princely of you!"

" Now, I am with Ajabdeh Punwar, Kuch toh asar hoga na!" He laughed again, and all four of them started laughing.

They arrived at the party. The grand hotel made Ajabdeh say, "Whoa, you bought this thing?"

" Ya, I did!" He nodded.

They entered the private banquet as his friends and acquaintances scrutinised the girl with him.

" Guys, meet Ajabdeh Punwar, she is Ram Uncle's daughter and Bhagwati's childhood friend." He introduced her to his friends.

" I am Ven. Venkatesh. Pleased to meet you, I must say you are very pretty. " Ven held out his hand to her.

" Oh, I know that!" Her answer stunned him and made Pratap smile. He saw Chaks tell Ven by hand gesture that she was indeed a bit mad!

"I'm thirsty." Ajabdeh declared.

" Let me grab you a drink then." Ven insisted. 

" Well, anything non-alcoholic!" She smiled.

" You don't drink?" Pratap asked, surprised.

" This girl needs no drink to have fun." She winked as he turned red and looked away.

" OMG, Princy, you are so shy!" She laughed.

" Here, juice!" Ven came with a glass, " Baojiraj is so shy that you are practically the first girl he is introducing us to."

" Really? Princy! Didn't expect this from you!" She took a sip. " Why?" He frowned.

" You look good, matlab thik thak, you are rich! Then there are all these girls staring at you right now." She smiled matter-of-factly.

" I won't say I enjoy the attention." He shrugged. "They see my status, not me."

"Deep. Profound. Boooring!" She shook her head.

" Speaking of girls!" Chak interrupted, " Baojiraj, run!" 

" What?" Pratap stared at him, clueless.

All eyes were at the door, where a beautiful lady, about nineteen, had entered in a red, backless dress, and the male eyes hovered on her. She looked around and smiled at Pratap.

" Damn! How could she spot me with so many people around so easily?" Ajabdeh heard him murmur.

" Hi, Pratap!" The girl waved with a smile. " Rajkumari Phool Kanwar!" He smiled back.

" Call me Princess Rathore." Ajabdeh's loud slurp turned the attention to her. " Who is she?" The princess seemed to judge her.

" Ajabdeh, my childhood friend." Pratap smiled, leaning a little towards her as Ajabdeh looked surprised.

" No, I am not his childhood friend; I have known him since childhood." Ajabdeh moved away, a little.

"Pratap, you..." Phool started as Ajabdeh took another slurp.

" Ajab, you wanted to dance, right? Come!" He snatched her drink, keeping it down, dragging her by her hand to the dance floor before she could react with her mouth full of juice. She gulped it down, saying, " What? Me? When did I?"

" Keep quiet and dance." He spoke. " I can't," She shrugged.

" Follow me!" He sighed.

" By the way, I thought her name was Fool!" Ajabdeh giggled.

" That only you can think,, He smiled.

" You... umm...dating her?" She asked as he eyed her.

" You think? No, she is a college mate, an acquaintance." He shook his head. "She keeps coming at me at every party..."

"I hate slow songs." Ajabdeh startled him with her complaining tone. " DJ DJ!!!" She started waving, grabbing some unnecessary judgmental stares.

" What do you want?" Pratap held her shoulders and asked. " A louder song... more hippy! " she smiled dizzily.

" Ajabdeh. Are you alright?" Pratap frowned at her.

" Yes, I loved the juice." He shot a glance at Ven, who was smiling. He shook his head, "Damn!"

The music grew louder. " I want to go home!" She let go of his hand and collided with another guy.

"Sorry!" she was quick to apologise.

" Home? But you wanted louder music!" Pratap asked, surprised.

" Are you mad? I hate loud music. Take me home, Pratap. Now!" She sulked like a baby.

" Did you just call me Pratap?" He asked, surprised. " Hushhhhh! Princy!" She started giggling, "You are too loud." She whispered almost into his ear.

" Let's take you home!" He shook his head and dragged her away from the crowd by her hand.

He made her sit in the car and went to grab the keys. She moved to the driver's seat, shouting, " I wanna drive this Baby, now! Where is the Key?"

" Have you ever driven sober?" Pratap asked, amused. " I drive better than Lewis!" She shrugged.

" Lewis? Who is that?" He raised his brows. " Buddhu!!! Hamilton!" She giggled.

" Ajabdeh, you are making no sense. Move aside." He opened the door. " No, I'm driving, bhrooom bhrroooom gooooo Ferrari!"

He pushed her to the other side.

" Music," Ajabde commanded.

" No." He shook his head.

Main Tenu Samjhawan ki... Na tere bina lagta jee" Her melodious voice filled the air as he drove out. In the next thirty minutes, she sang the song on a loop before falling asleep. He smiled at her sleeping figure and smiled. " So much fun you are!"

Arriving at the Palace, he tried in vain to wake her up. He opened the car door and picked her up. He laid her down in her pink room and removed the hair locks falling on her face, then covered her with a blanket. He instructed the maid. " Be with her if she needs anything."

Jaivanta Bai watched a disturbed Pratap drive out of the Palace. He needed to give Ven a piece of his mind. What he did to Ajab, even as a joke, was uncalled for.





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