Fan Fiction

A Secret Love (episode 5)

Hello friends i made a special episode for you .
my episode start with.
bihaan and arooj are lying on sofa.
Thapki sprinkle some drops of water on him.
They wake up.

bihaan – oh u ff my head is paining.
arooj – me to .
bihaan – thapki Anu what happened to gost.
Thapki and Anu starts laughing.
bihaan and arooj looking them confused.

bihaan – why are you laughing.

arooj – what happened.

Anu – bihaan and arooj you learned that you say that you never scare for anything.

bihaan – how you know.

Thapki – it doesn’t matter.

Anu – bihaan and arooj you that much scare that you faint.

arooj – what is your mean.

Anu – you want to meet the ghost I call him.

Anu – ghost ji please come.

Bihaan – ghost ji came.

One person came.

arooj – it is not ghost.

Anu show ghost dress to him.

Anu – but it is.

bihaan (angry voice)- you two.
arooj – why you do this.

Thapki – what you think only you scare us.

Anu and thapki start laughing.
bihaan and arooj get irritate .

bihaan – Ok you win.

Thapki – yes we know that.

Anu – girls is best.

arooj – oh this girls.

Anu – what you say.

arooj – nothing.

bihaan – so who is he.

Thapki – he is gardener.

arooj – oh.

Thapki and Anu again started laughing.

Bihaan and arooj get irritate and goes.

Thapki and Anu hand shake.
Anu – i told you na that my plan is good.

Thapki – yes your plan are awesome.

In flash back.
When thapki is faint.
Some one sprinkle water on her and she wake up.
Thapki saw Anu.

Thapki – Anu you know I saw ghost here.
Anu – I know.

Thapki – you know.

Anu – i call this ghost.

The gardener came.

Anu tell all plan to thapki.
Flash back end. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
girl goes to his room and sleep.
In morning.
They all were eating
they talking for their today plan.

bihaan – so what we do today.

arooj – I don’t know.

Thapki – there are not any place here for fun.

bihaan – oh I got an idea.

They all concerned on bihaan.

Bihaan – what you think about horrer night.

Thapki – what you mean.

Bihaan – horrer story.

arooj – yes it is good idea.

Anu – what horrer story.

Thapki – i don’t like it.

arooj – but we are agree.

bihaan – they are girl and boy team. You agree girl.

Thapki – Ok.

Anu – yes.

In night.
horrer climate are created.

first boys turn.
bihaan –
A woman is gardening when she digs up a hairy toe. She brings it in the house and puts it in a jar. When she goes to bed that night, she hears the wind moaning and groaning and then she hears “Where is my Hair-r-r-y To-o-e?”
She creeps further under the covers as the house creaks and cracks and she again hears, “Where is my Hair-r-r-y To-o-e?”
Continue this story as long as you wish, with more details about the scary noises in the house and repeating the question “Where is my Hairy Toe” more forcibly and louder.
Finally, say “Where is my Hair-r-r-y To-o-e?” in a low, menacing voice and then jump up, point at the listeners, and scream, “You’ve got it!”

Anu – story end.

bihaan – yes.

bihaan – it is scary na.

thapki- very.

arooj – very different story.

bihaan – thanks.
girls story start A girl in her teens babysat for a wealthy family one night. The wealthy family had a very large house with many rooms. It was filled with lots of artefacts and old ornaments from all over the world. As the parents were leaving to go out, the father told the girl that once the she put the kids down, she must go down to the basement, watch TV there, and not go wandering around the house. Once the kids are asleep, the girl retires to the basement room to watch TV. However, she cannot concentrate on her show because in the in the corner of the room is a life-size clown statue grinning at her. She finally decides to drape a blanket over the statue so she can ignore it. After a while she can’t stand looking at the clown statue’s over-sized feet sticking out from under the blanket. She decides to call the father and ask his permission to watch TV in another room, because she is freaked out by the giant clown statue in basement room. “Listen very carefully,” says the man to the girl.
“Our children have been complaining about a clown that comes into their room in the middle of the night. We just thought it was nightmares. We don’t own a clown statue. You need to get the kids and get out of the house NOW! I’ll call the police.” The girl hangs up the phone, turns around to look at the covered clown statue, but all there is a blanket on the floor! She hears steps coming down the basement stairs.
and*******************************************end.
thapki an Anu you like it.

bihaan – Ok story.

Anu – it is better than you.

arooj – oh listen so who is winner is not decided so whose team has one more horrer story is win.

arooj – I have an horrer story.

bihaan – so it mean boys team had horrer story.

Thapki – Anu you have any horrer story.

Anu – no.

bihaan – yes so we win.

Anu – first of all tell the story.
arooj – Ok
so my story start with.
Once upon a time, there was a 10 year old girl who lived in London in a very old house. She hated the house. It was cold and damp all of the time. Plus, none of her friends would visit because it was believed by everyone in the neighbourhood that a ghost lived in the house. The little girl was curious about the ghost, but nobody would talk to her when she asked questions about it or the history of the house.

The house was scary, and some nights were worse than others. One night, when she was in her room reading, the lamp suddenly went off. She thought the light bulb had died. She did not want to bother her mother, who was already sleeping, by asking for a new bulb. So she put down her book and prepared to sleep. All of a sudden, there was a quiet knocking on the window next to her bed. She saw the reflection of a boy, about her age, reflected on the window glass.
The girl turned to look in her room, but saw nothing. She got out of bed and went over to her lamp. She felt something wet on the ground. She flicked on the lamp, which now worked, and saw a red stain where she was standing. Then it disappeared. It wasn’t blood, because the red was too bright, almost pink, like paint. She scratched at the purple wall of her room and, believe it or not, behind the purple paint was pink, the same dark shade that had been on the floor.
The girl ran out of her room toward her parent’s room. But then she saw something that made her open her mouth to scream, though no sound came out. The attic door was right above her staircase, really high up; only her dad could reach it. Hanging from it was a noose, the thing they hung people on.
The girl ran back to her room and there was a body in her bed. She grabbed her phone to take a picture. She wanted proof. She wanted to know in the morning if what she saw was a dream or real. She took a picture of her bed, and, without looking at it, ran to get her mother.

Grumpily, her mother came up the stairs. The girl pointed to where the noose had been, but now it was just a piece of string from her mother’s sewing kit. She led her mother up to her room, to show her the child’s body, but now there was nothing. As her mother turned to leave the room, the girl remembered the camera. She grabbed it and turned it on, showing it to her mother.
There was no longer a photo of her bed. Instead there was a photo of a teenage boy, with a red mark around his neck, and pink paint all over his torn clothes.
Her mother told her stop joking around. However, her mother had an extremely worried look on her face. When asked what was wrong, she said, “He is back!”
The little girl never saw the boy again and her mother refused to tell her who he was.
Thapki – so horrible.
Anu – yes it is horrible.
bihaan – so it mean boys team win.
arooj – yes boys are the best .
Thapki – don’t be happy so much.
Anu – next time we win.
They two – because girls are the best.
They all started laughing.
and my episode end.

preacap – sorry but not yet decided.

Thanks for reading and please share your opinions it inspire me.
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https://www.tellyupdates.com/secret-love-episode-4-2/.

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