Chapter 11

Okay...heres part 1. I am writing the next part right now.

 

 

 

Chapter 11: Trouble, Trouble!!!!

 

Riddhima: Armaan…will you tell me where you are taking me??

 

Armaan: Riddhima…even a slightly literate person knows this place is called a bathroom…you know, where we change, and bathe and…

 

Riddhima: Shut up!! I know this is a bathroom…what I don't know is, why you brought me here??

 

Armaan: umm…yeah…(hears a shout from down: ARMAAAN)…listen..i gotta go…main D ko bhejta hun, she will explain everything…

 

He runs out of the bathroom…

 

Riddhima: wait…Armaan…listen….GOD!! He is going to drive me nuts…

 

Armaan runs down from his room, adjusting his shirt, closing the buttons as he went down. In the hall, there were a lot of people crowded. As he came, the crowd, which was basically all his cousins and family, dispersed to show an old, bald man sitting on a wheelchair, wearing a traditional 'dhoti' and holding a cane. As Armaan walked forward to him, a smile came onto his wrinkled face. He raised his arms towards him, while sitting on the seat. Armaan jumped the last two stairs and ran towards him, and hugged him tight, sitting on his knees. Then they separated from the hug, and the old man held his face with both his hands.

 

Man: mera bachaa!! Kesa hai tu…

 

Armaan: main theek hun Da-jee…ap kese hain??

Da-jee: ab tujhe dekh lia hai to theek hi hun….(smiles)

 

Armaan smiles too, then holds his hand.

 

Armaan: ap fikar na karain…ab to main yahiin hun na, ap ke pass…

 

Da-jee: haan haan….pehle bhi yehi keh ker gaya tha, ke da-jee, jaldi wapas ajaun ga…aur dekh, puray 3 saalon baad aya hai…

 

Armaan smiles and looks around at everyone. They all look down at the grandfather-grandson together and smile adoringly.

 

 

 

Armaan: aa to gaya na Da-jee…aura b bilkul nahi jaunga…promise….

 

Da-jee: hmmmm….(he stares at Armaan) ab ghaur se dekhne de mujhe…3 saal angrezon main reh ker aya hai…kahiin koi gori maim to nahi phassa li??(laughing)

 

Armaan laughs, but before he could say anything, an old, petite small woman comes forward and holds his ear.

 

Bey-jee: gori maim kia phasaye gay eh nalaik….shadi ker ke agaya hai!!!

 

Armaan stands up, holding his ear, making a painful face.

 

Armaan: OUCH!!! Bey-jee….kia kar rahi hain??

 

Bey-Jee: kia kar rahi hun main?? Tu kia kar ke aya hai khotay…(hits hi back) sharam nahi ati tujhe…bina bataye bina puchay shadi ker li…na bataya na koi sallah li..pata nahi kiss se shadi ker li….teri jaisi hi hogi koi who bi…

 

Everyone laughs…Armaan puts his arms around his adorable grandmother.

 

Armaan: Bey-jee….ab ap yeh dadi banana band kero na….girlfriend ho meri, aissay thori na marte hain…(winks at her)

 

Bey-jee: hatt besharam…(hits him, laughing) ab shadi ho gayi hai…ab to insane bann ja…

 

Just then Da-jee calls him again. His grandfather was the strictest person in their family. Nobody dared say anything in front of him. Armaan was his 'laadla', and only he could get away with a few things, but even he was afraid of him. Whenever he got angry, everyone used to get really scared of him.

 

Da-jee: Armaan….(in a strong voice)

 

Armaan gulped and sat down next to him.

 

Armaan: jee Da-jee…

 

Da-jee: dekh beta…tu ne shadi ker li hai, uss per humne kuch nahi kaha, yeh soch ker ke tere maa baap khud iss barray main faisla le leinge ke kia karna hai….ab who larki iss ghar main agai hai, usko iss ghar ki parampara aur riwajon ka khyal rakhna hoga…ab who humari izzat hai…samjha??

 

Armaan: jee Da-jee….ap fikar na karain…Ragz wohee keregi jo ap kahain ge…

 

Da-jee frowns as he hears the name.

 

Da-jee: Ragz?? Ye kesa naam hai???

 

Armaan: (gulps again) umm…nahi who…uska naam Riddhima hai…par main ussay….Ragz kehta hun…

 

Da-jee stares at him. In the meantime, Bey-jee intervenes. (just in case you guys were wondering, everyone had dispersed to do some work)

 

Bey-jee: yeh tum bachon ke bhi ajeeb shauq hai….humare zamanay main to hum aik dusre ko naam se nahi bulatay thay…aur tum logon ne to nicknames rakhay huay hain…

Armaan giggles a little.

 

Bey-jee: acha ab jaa…aur le ker aa apni…kia tha who…haan Ragz ko….hum bhi to milaain…

 

Armaan nods and goes upstairs. Hopefully, Divya had done her work by now.

 

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To be Contd.