Mumbai,
Mumbai means the world of dreams where everyone walks with some dream every moment, Mumbai means the city of big artists, where someone comes from the ground to the sky and from the sky to the ground in a day, the same Mumbai's one
Where bodyguards were standing all around, in the living hall inside the bungalow, there was a big photo of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj, and the entire house was decorated very neatly, in each room of the same bungalow, it would be wrong to call it a room.
One thing was kept very well, not even a trace of dirt, on one side there was a very big book shelf where you would find all kinds of books which would tell you who owns the room, likes to read.
On one side there was a dressing room which looked like a shop in a mall
In the same big room, there was a master bed in the middle, a dressing table on one side of the bed where one could find all the things needed by a person, and on the same bed was a boy who was sleeping shirtless, his thick black hair falling on his forehead and eyes.
Just then his phone rings, he opens his eyes a little and looks at his phone which is flowing, he takes it in his hand and picks up the call and puts it to his ear.
I pick up the phone from the other side,
Bhai, where are you?It's time to go to college, today is your first lecture, do you want to be late on the very first day.
The boy looks at the time where it was 6 o'clock.
The boy: Which college starts at 6 o'clock, there is a college at 9 o'clock before yours I will reach college, don't remind me of the time, my phone is ready.
The boy hangs up the phone and sits up, looks at his watch and gets up and goes to the bathroom.
On the other hand,
Pune.
Pune means Bappa's city, where all the people are from Bappa's city, where if you hear Marathi, you will fall in love with that language.
In the temple of Dagdu Seth Ganpati Bappa there, a girl fell in love with Bappa.
That girl,
Bappa I am leaving for Mumbai this evening. My Baba's dream is that I become something and I want to fulfill that dream. Just like you support me here, Bappa, please support me there too.
Then the local priest comes and gives her a laddoo and a flower as a blessing. She folds her hands again. Then she hears a voice in her ears.
Come on, how much do you talk to Bappa, even Bappa must be getting tired of hearing about you, that girl turns back on hearing the voice,
Red coloured Anarkali dress and dupatta around the neck, earrings in the ears, red coloured bindi on the forehead, open hairA watch on one hand and red bangles on the other, overall looks absolutely beautiful and cool.
So readers, this is my first story here on Wattpad, so I hope you will enjoy it and give me a review of all of them by commenting.
This is a different story where you will get to see love, madness, anger, crying and war, some bitter and sweet moments and some love and happy moments. So enjoy it
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