Arnav arrived at the station at the right moment, just a minute before his train left, he quickly bid Shaina goodbye and headed in, he found his seat and settled down as he peeped outside and waved goodbye at Shaina once again and just then the train took off.

He sighed and relaxed all set to go back home when his eyes fell on the tiny yellow piece of cloth stuck on his watch, he pulled it out and stared at it with a huge smile.

He dint know whether it was destiny or coincidence that he met Khushi twice in a day, that too in such a big city where once you meet someone it might take you forever to find them again.

He kept on staring at the piece of cloth and for some reason he dint feel like throwing it off so he pulled out his wallet and placed it in one of the pockets not even knowing whether he was ever going to meet her again or not.

He got his phone out and started writing his short story while he was travelling so that he would be done writing it by the time he arrived back home.

*****

Khushi and Prem arrived home at their usual time, Arjun and Rudra seemed to be at work still as none of them were home, so Prem and Khushi headed to their rooms to freshen up.

Once Khushi had freshened up, she lied down on her bed and out of nowhere Arnav's images came up in her mind, it was like her mind was replaying the moment at the mall over and over again.

The events that took place today were kind of strange, first she met him at the school and then she went shopping to the mall and the first thing she saw was an Indian dress that she tried on and decided not to change back. And then the veil of the same dress got stuck in his watch.

What would have happened if she never saw the dress? Then she would roam around the mall in her school uniform and nothing would have ever got stuck in his watch.

Her phone beeped suddenly so she brushed off the thoughts and looked at the text she had received from Suman on WhatsApp.

"Read this, it's your kind of a story." Along with the message was a link attached. She clicked on the link and it opened up an Instagram page where the short story was posted.

She decided to save the post for later and texted back Suman.

"Since when did you start reading stories?"

"I don't, this thing just popped up while I was scrolling and it looked interesting so I read it and then I remembered you are so cheesy and filmy you would definitely like it so I sent it to you."

"Idiot." she laughed as she texted back.

What was so cheesy and filmy about believing in love and wanting a fairytale which her brothers weren't going to let her have?

Her story sounded like those nineties movies where the guy and the girl would fall in love and the parents would do anything and everything to keep them away from each other, just that in this case, she was kept away from the guy even before she could meet him.

"Khushi." She heard Rudra call out her name, she quickly put her phone aside and headed out of her room. Rudra and Arjun had just come back from work.

"Come here." He said as he held his arms open for her, she smiled and rushed towards him and hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you in the morning, you know I don't like getting mad at you." he said as he broke the hug and looked at her.

"Does this mean I get to talk to guys?" Khushi tried her luck

"Nope." Rudra said.

"Damn it." She stamped her feet as they all laughed together as they sat down on the sofa. Arjun picked up the veil Khushi had left on the sofa when they came back from shopping.

"Is this yours? And why is it torn?" He asked.

"Would you believe me if I said it got stuck in a guy's watch?" Khushi asked.

"God why did you give us such a filmy sister? And why are you so obsessed with guys?" Arjun asked.

"You guys are more obsessed about me talking to guys than I am" she laughed.

"Okay leave that, I brought something for you as a sorry for getting mad at you." Rudra said as he handed her a small box, she took it from him excitedly and opened it just to find her favorite cupcake in it.

"You must have had to go so far to get this." She looked at him in surprise. This was her all-time favorite cupcake, and there was only one bakery that sold it that way almost out of the city.

"Anything to make my little sister happy." Rudra smiled.

"Aww." Khushi hugged him tightly out of love.

"Why do you guys love me so much?" Khushi asked as she broke the hug.

"Because you are our favorite little sister." Arjun replied and they all laughed together.

"So how about I tell you a story about the great love story of Prem and Suman. Oh those names sound so beautiful just like the old movie Maine Pyar Kiya, this two are destined to be together." Khushi said making Arjun and Rudra laugh again.

In this house, Khushi was like an entertainment package, she always kept on doing funny things or saying funny things to make her brothers laugh, no wonder they all laughed her so much, without her who would make them laugh like this?

"I told you to stop it Khushi. There's no love story here, there's never going to be one." Prem said as he walked out of his room and looked at Khushi frowning the same exact way as her. Like brother like sister.

"Okay on a serious note, why hasn't any of you gotten married yet? I need a sister-in-law please." Khushi said.

"You are talking too much today, go to your room and read, your finals are nearing. I'll come call you for dinner later." Rudra said.

"Only if Arjun is cooking."

"Of course darling, you know I always cook for you." Arjun smiled at her.

"You are the best brother in the whole wide world." Khushi hugged him excitedly and then rushed to her room, she shut the door and lied down on the bed, she wasn't in the moods to read so she wondered what she would do then she remembered the story Suman sent her.

Now was the right time to read it, she opened her Instagram account and found the story she had saved and started reading it.

None of her brothers knew she had an account on social Media, if they found out, they could take her phone away thinking she was talking to guys on phone. She even had her account created on a random name and had no profile picture or anything just to be safe from her brothers.

The story was titled "The Nineties Kind Of A Love"

'In the era of one night stands, I'm looking for the nineties kind of a love, love so pure you can feel it just from the heart, even without talking to the person face to face, even without seeing them, just two hearts connecting in the purest form possible'

After the opening line the story began it was basically a story of a cute couple with a very nineties kind of a romantic story where they hadn't ever met each other or seen each other, they just fell in love by writing letters to each other. It was very filmy and totally her kind of a story, sweet, cute and beautiful.

"Oh My God! You are a star, I love you for sending the story to me." Khushi texted Suman once she was done reading the story and then headed back to Instagram to stalk the page on which the story was posted.

Whoever the writer was had a lot of posts, but the writer was anonymous. The page was called 'World Of Words' And it had a profile picture of a book, that was it. No one really knew who the writer was or even if it was a girl or a boy or anything.

'Hey there. I just came across your story 'The Nineties Kind Of A Love' and I really loved it I thought I should text you directly and tell you how much I loved it. You are a star, keep writing such kind of stories, it was really beautiful.' She sent the message and just then Suman's text popped up.

"I knew you would like it, you are so cheesy." It was accompanied with a laughing emoji. Khushi just rolled her eyes and put her phone aside as she picked up her books and started reading.

She had to read to pass her exams or she would have to repeat high school again which she wasn't willing to do. Who knew maybe her first love story was going to start in college and if she failed she would be stuck in high school not having a chance of a love story.

She had just opened her book when her phone vibrated, she looked at the notification which showed she had got a reply from the writer.

"Thank you Miss, I'm glad you liked it." It was accompanied with a smile emoji.

"So 'Dear Writer.' Can I at least know your name, I mean I should know the person who wrote a story that touched my heart right?" She typed quickly and sent the text.

"I like to keep my identity private but you can call me anything you like."

"How can I call you anything I like when I don't even know if you are a girl or a boy or what's your age, so maybe I can imagine your name?"

"Haha, quite fair. Okay, I am eighteen years old and I am a boy, I think that is enough information."

"Okay, how about I just call your Mr. Writer until you decide you don't want to be anonymous anymore and tell me your name?"

"Sounds good for me. What about you, is talkative girl your real name?"

"You wish, if you aren't telling me your name, why should I?" Khushi laughed as she sent the message.

"Fair."

"So, do you really think two people that have never met or seen each other can actually fall in love, or was the story just imaginary?"

"What do you think talkative girl?"

"I think Mr. Writer should answer the question because he was the one that wrote the story."

"You are funny."

"Thank you, I get that compliment quite a lot. It's good to make other people laugh isn't it?"

"I think so."

"Anyway it was nice talking to you, I need to get back to my studies or I might fail my final exams." Khushi typed.

"So you're a student."

"Of course I am, did you think I was some old lady trying to woo an eighteen year old writer?"

"So you were trying to woo me?" The text came accompanied with a wink emoji.

"No, I don't really try to woo strangers, especially not the ones that I don't even know their real names, how am I supposed to know if you're not a serial killer who likes to kidnap seventeen year old girls and kill them." Khushi replied.

"Well I dint ask your age but good to know we are somehow age mates."

"Are you trying to flirt?"

"I wasn't, you were the one that was trying to woo me."

"No I wasn't, I just texted to appreciate your work which I already did. It was nice talking to you Mr. Writer, hope I never talk to you again."

"I hope you would talk to me again talkative girl."

"Why, are you dreaming of a love story like the one you wrote?"

"Maybe I am, are you willing to give it to me?"

"Jeez, you are such a flirt. It was good to read your story but I have no time for flirty boys, goodbye Mr. Writer."

"Goodbye Talkative girl."

Khushi placed her phone aside and tried to stop smiling like an idiot but she couldn't. This was the first time she had had any kind of a conversation with a guy, although she hadn't met him or seen him, she hadn't really talked to a guy, like a proper conversation kind of talk and now she had just talked to this writer, she couldn't stop smiling about the stupid conversation she had with him.