Fan fiction by bonheur - Page 4

🤣 the ending was so funny bon. and when charu suggested taking mr and mrs RK to the park, i just cracked up so bad!🤣🤣

wonderful job on this story!👏👏 if only we had these kind of lighthearted moments and romantic encounters such as these in the serial itself. it'll make it much more bearable.😊

Thanks for your comments, all of you. This latest story didn't require much effort on my part. I could have spent more time crafting my lines but I was more interested in the plot and sidestepped the emotions, etc.

This afternoon, I did some lunch-time shopping in a supermarket and my mind subconsciously drifted to the serial for some reason. I was wondering, why can't Cheyar give us more light-hearted moments while at the same time selling his social themes. I mean he tries to project himself as a feminist. All his female characters are strong ones who have made forays into the boardroom. But what about showing his male characters in a domestic setting? Sure, Cheyar briefly made Sreeni consult a cookbook when his wife was in hospital and Shyam has made coffee for his wife while she was expecting. But what about sending ACD to the supermarket and there having him bump into Priya? After all, ACD told his mother over the phone that he was doing the cooking at home. So, why can't we see that domesticated side of him? Imagine, ACD standing in an aisle and wondering which brand of detergent to buy and then Priya chances upon him and offers advice. We'd have romance reigniting in the supermarket. 😃

HI Bon,

Your sense of humour is really high. I wonder how durai's face would have turned at the last to escort the whole crowd to the Kid's park. Your description about charu who left the room ( large frame that left the room ) ....I am not able to suppress my laughter....
Hats off.....

Hi Bon,

That was a great story. In fact, Cheyar needs to use some of your ideas - they are much more interesting than his scripts. Here's a suggestion, based on your ideas - why can't ACD bump into Priya while he is trying to check the vendakkai for freshness, and then Priya can tell him that he can break off the tips to check by demonstrating, and letting him watch her and her fingers while she is dong so. He could then ask her for advice on checking mangoes for ripeness by checking for the smell, and use that as a pretext to touch her fingers - oooh, I am getting romantic! You are putting ideas in my head. Thanks, again, Bon.

Originally posted by: eljay

Hi Bon,

That was a great story. In fact, Cheyar needs to use some of your ideas - they are much more interesting than his scripts. Here's a suggestion, based on your ideas - why can't ACD bump into Priya while he is trying to check the vendakkai for freshness, and then Priya can tell him that he can break off the tips to check by demonstrating, and letting him watch her and her fingers while she is dong so. He could then ask her for advice on checking mangoes for ripeness by checking for the smell, and use that as a pretext to touch her fingers - oooh, I am getting romantic! You are putting ideas in my head. Thanks, again, Bon.

Way to go, Eljay. I like the lady's fingers bit; touching the lady's fingers under the pretext of checking the lady's fingers' for freshness.

way to go Bon!! Was superbly funny to read, esp Charu's comments, pedicurist, darn socks. hehehehehehe......... 😆

Bravo!!!

Killer Joe strikes

The scene, as set out earlier ...

One night Shanthi and Priya hear noises in the house. They look through the window and notice no motion in the police patrol outside. Try calling ACD; realise their phone lines have been snipped off. Call him on their cell; he alerts HQ and arrives on the scene -- in civiies of course. Notices police patrol guys have been drugged. Searches entire house and finds nothing. But can't bear to leave 2 women and a child alone in the dead of night and camps on the couch.

The continuation …

It is 4.00 am. Indu has been sleeping soundly throughout all the commotion. Shanthi has taken a dose of valium and is snoring gently in her sleep. Having imbibed copious amounts of espresso to stay awake, ACD is tossing and turning on the couch. His mind slowly begins to drift far, far away. No, not to the Swiss Alps for a dance sequence. He would not be seen dead dancing. Instead, his dream takes him to the Olympic Village being built in Beijing. There he imagines himself on a badminton court that has a majestic view of the Great Wall. As always, he looks dashing in a white polo shirt and matching white shorts, white tennis shoes, white socks, and white wrist-band, all courtesy of Adidas. He executes a graceful serve and the shuttlecock whizzes to the other side of the court, where Priya, clad in a white T-shirt and tennis skirt, clumsily tries to hit back. In the background, one hears the strains of an old MGR-Saroja Devi number, "Parakkum pandhu parakkum" from the movie "Panakara Kudumbam" (yes, I did my research).* The re-mixed version is sung by Hariharan and Chitra and Harris Jeyaraj is the music arranger.

Several bars into the song, ACD suddenly hears an ear-piercing scream. It is from Priya. He rushes towards her room and freezes at the door, wondering whether he should barge in or not. Priya screams again. He decides he has to act to save the damsel in distress, forces the door open and rushes in.

Unfortunately, this is a Tamil serial, so Priya is wearing not a sexy negligee but an unromantic, collared, long-sleeved batik housecoat. (But she is in full make-up.) ACD holds his breath. He is struggling to temper the testosterone surging in him. His brain is frozen. He can't think of a murderer on the prowl, only about the woman he loves. She screams again. He rushes up to her and takes her in his arms while she continues screaming and struggling hysterically.

ACD tries to pacify her. "Hush, Priya. What's the matter?" He soon realizes she must have had a nightmare and caresses her hair gently. Priya has now stopped struggling and lies in his embrace. Slowly her sniffles die out as she comes out of her nightmare. She becomes conscious of ACD's presence and tries to extricate herself from his grip. But ACD grabs her hands and wouldn't let her go free. She looks down shyly. He calls out to her, "Priya …" she has a half-smile appearing on her face. ACD now has one hand on her waist and he draws her close to him. He cups her face in his palms and caresses her cheek. Priya is embarrassed and shuts her eyes. He is so close that she can feel the warmth of his body.

Suddenly, ACD screams in agony and falls into Priya's lap. Priya screams in unison as blood begins to ooze from his forehead. She cradles ACD in her arms frantically and looks up. In the dark she can make out the contours of a woman holding a broken badminton racket. Slowly the woman moves to the light switch and puts it on. Then the woman drops the racket and cries, "Oh, no. A C Sir …. I thought it was the intruder …."

* This is one story I wish SS himself would read for the song sequence ;-) In that old movie, MGR and Saroja Devi were playing badminton (or was it tennis?) to a fantastic music score by M S Viswanathan.

Super Bon!!! Thanks for keeping us all entertained with your witty and romantic stories... CR needs to take a lesson or two from you 👏 👏 👏

Bon - Very nice as always. Great observation."Priya is wearing not a sexy negligee but an unromantic, collared, long-sleeved batik housecoat. (But she is in full make-up.)" I think all Indian women have one such batik "nightie". Kanavil beautifulaa irukanumnu they wear make-up at nighto?

Niri.

Aiyo..... super lah Bon. Made me cracked up as usual. 🤣