Drabble(s) - Four plus one (update part 5 on page 6 - 20/02)

I’m here again(before y’all get sick of me)….thank you all for your wonderful feedback on my last story(ies).

I have a bunch of non stop nonsense in my drafts that are on Priya and Ram and thought will post one to fill the gap of the weekend, and it’s led to posting two.

This is more of a fluff piece and a popular trope in fan fiction. I find it hilarious that Priya addresses Ram as Mr. Kapoor! On the show the only time she’s addressed him as Ram (that I’ve picked up on) is when he’s distressed. The first was when he faints and she implored ‘Ram’ to utho and the second is when he hugs her with abandon and it scares her (let me know if there’s any more instances I’ve missed)

I don’t think either of the times she’s realised she’s addressed him as Ram…hence this is in theory a -> four times she doesn’t realise and the one time she does. A gradual progression from the formality that exists in this relationship

I’ve written four of the five and just mucking about the 5th one (sadly it’s the connector between two parts) so will post gradually over the two days. But for starters here’s the first two. They are all Drabble-esque (bit longer). I’ve taken creative liberties with their likes and dislikes.

Feedback is oxygen. Going to reply to your lovely comments on my other post. Merci! Happy Saturday

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Part 1

The day began like every other however they bickered about breakfast, they bickered about what he wore and they bickered on the way to work. He knew deep down he was picking fights as they had to visit Maitreyi today and the prospect of even seeing Neeraj brought out the worst in him. He had plotted multiple times to see if he could move Neeraj’s workplace to another city but always stopped because of Meera Ma. She didn’t deserve to be separated from her daughter.

However he still had every right to show his displeasure to his wife and he was really annoyed that she wasn’t picking up on the cues. She sent him a very healthy lunch but it irked him that she didn’t feel fit to come join him for the meal.

As the end of the day neared, he wrapped up his work so he could get the next few hours done with and wiped out of his memory.

She was waiting for him in the lobby, texting someone. His annoyance peaked again that she couldn’t bother to text him, telling him she was waiting. He went up to her and deliberately picked an argument. As the volley of words continued, she said

“Ram, main jaanti hoon aap Neeraj aur uske gel baalon ko pasand nahi karte hai. But aap please usko itna importance mat deejiye. He’s thrives on that emotion so please don’t give him that satisfaction”

He stopped short. She had never called him Ram…the smile that brought to his face was far beyond the discomfort he felt with Neeraj

“Mr. Kapoor, kya bewakoofon jaise khud hass rahe hain? Chale kya?”

She was back to Mr. Kapoor but he had already marked the date on his phone to remind him forever. A memory he treasured and she was unaware of.

End of Part 1

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Part 2

“Mr. Kapoor, aap kya kar rahe hain? Tarun electricity board ko control NAHI karta. There is a storm raging outside and they have shut off power to ensure there are no fires or casualties. It’s fairly standard practice. Tarun ne generators on kar diye hai, but they are only for the living area, not the entire house. Now will you please let the man go, and decide where you want to sit? I’m off to our room. Mujhe andhere se darr nahi lagta”

He stared in disbelief as his wife left him downstairs and went up to their room. He quietly followed her and saw her sitting on their massive terrace, just staring at the inky dark skies. Bombay during the monsoon was a beauty (acc to him), but Bombay in an October storm, shrouded in pitch black darkness interspersed by bright lightning was (he had to admit it)…magical.

He forgot why he was fussing about no power a few moments ago, if this is what they were going to experience.

“Candles jala doon?” He asked her.

She made a tch sound in response which he knew was a negative. For some reason, his rain hating wife, was content sitting in this dark moody night, looking out to the sea.

He sat opposite her and taking a cue from her, resigned himself to looking at nothing really. The lightning in between outlining the massive Sea Link structure before plunging everything back into darkness.

Probably an hour passed in silence, with no words uttered by either of them…but it was the first hour in weeks where Ram had found the opportunity to unwind completely. He felt all his stress, his worries leave his mind and body and the only thing he focussed on was the sound of nature around him. Their silence compensating for the loudness of the storm.

He stole a glance to his left, she was sitting with her legs on the couch, her arms around the knees, her hair undone and he saw the same sense of peace he felt, on her face as well. Had he ever seen her looking this serene?

“Aap ne ek din poocha tha ki mera favourite gaana kaunsa hai?” She stated out of no where.

“yaad hai mujhe, ae zindagi gale laga le. Wadkar sahib, genius extraordinaire”

“Woh actually, woh gaana mujhe pasand hai, kyunki maa ko pasand hai..par mera favourite nahi…”

“Arre wah, so you admit that you do like music. Main aurangzeb se bhi pooch loon, kahin iss mausam main uska bhi mann na badal gaya ho?”

“Ram…if you are not serious about this, I won’t tell you” she whined exasperatedly

“Acha baba sorry, batao…tumhara favourite kaunsa hai?”

“Banwaraa Mann dekhne chala ek Sapna…”

“Yeh kaunsa gaana hai, maine kabhi nahi suna hai”

“It’s from Hazaaron Khwaishein aise. All my life I’ve never felt that I could have dreams, hopes desires….this song at times used to be my escape into fantasy, what I indulged in….before coming back to reality. But lately I’ve felt that maybe, just maybe I could have the liberty….to have some dreams too”

Ram was stunned by what she had said but also left unsaid. She had gone back to her previous pose of staring into nothingness and he knew she wouldn’t divulge more…not today.

He pulled up Spotify to look for the song she was talking about. As the deep, rich baritone of Swanand Kirkire filled the space around them…he soaked in the lyrics, willing himself to also dream just a little bit.

End of part 2

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If you haven’t heard the song I’m talking about, please do go listen to it. It’s perfect for these two, who live for others and do nothing for themselves.

Note

Parts 1 and 2 - Page 1

Part 3 - Page 2

Part 4 - Page 5 Part 5 - Page 6

This is so good . Whenever she called him Ram , she was not in her emotionally controlled self. Both the times she forgot the world around and all that mattered was him. Probably that is why we find it more interesting .

The way she calls him Ram has a different rhythm. The one that you want to hear again and again.

Please share rest of the stories too. Would love to read. I just heard the song , you are right its beautiful. Eagerly waiting for your next write up.

Oh my goodness this is GENUINELY so damn good !

Bestie you made me so emotional T_T

Both with the OS and these Drabbles

Ukn especially the second one

Like I don't ever think We can expect such beautiful emotional simple yet deep scenes from ITV

But thankfully you wrote it so damn beautifully that I could visualize everything thank you so much for that !

And Yesssssssi can't wait to read more

Post Soonish !! Waiting

--Riv🍀

Originally posted by: bones123

“Acha baba sorry, batao…tumhara favourite kaunsa hai?”

“Banwaraa Mann dekhne chala ek Sapna…”

“Yeh kaunsa gaana hai, maine kabhi nahi suna hai”

“It’s from Hazaaron Khwaishein aise. I’ve never felt in my life, that I could have dreams, hopes desires….this song at times used to be my fantasy space, what I indulged in before coming back to reality. But lately I’ve felt that maybe, just maybe I could have some dreams too”

Ram was stunned by what she had said but also left unsaid. She had gone back to her previous pose of staring into nothingness and he knew she wouldn’t divulge more…not today.

He pulled up Spotify to look for the song she was talking about. As the deep, rich baritone of Swanand Kirkire filled the space around them…he soaked in the lyrics, willing himself to also dream just a little bit.

If you haven’t heard the song I’m talking about, please do go listen to it. It’s perfect for these two, who live for others and do nothing for themselves.

@pink..My heart skipped a beat when I read out the song! There are lyric lines

“Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho

Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho

(specifically with all the neg characters around them)

Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho

Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho

Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.” (Specially, when their loneliness complimented and mirrored in each other and a mad crazy yearning of someone to be theirs in each other )

@redbold.. I recently thought of this song and while I was s2n ing their rain sequence..I was listening to it from a couple of days as I am writing it and it is still on my mind! And you dropped this! Woman/man… this is just … a tug at my ❤️! One of my favs too… it evokes a sense of ..hope and longing that you didn’t know existed until you hear it !

Thank you buddy 🙏 ..also do continue soon! 👍

I just have one word "WOW"!!!!!👌

Originally posted by: RitikaS99

I just have one word "WOW"!!!!!👌

Beautifully written such a positive interaction amongst 2 positive people and the understanding between the two when Ram is whining at the prospect of seeing Neeraj…beautifully described

Loved the Drabble

Also Baavra mann dekh ne chala is my favourite song and so true that it perfect for them .

Loved the line “Baare se iss jahaan, bavrasa ek saath ho, iss Sayani breed mein bas haath on mein tera haath ho”❤️

Part 3

Ram was waiting for Priya so they could head out together. He was leaving for a fortnight long work trip the next day and wanted to spend the evening with her. When he had made the request earlier in the day, she had agreed and it gave him weird butterflies in his stomach. It had been about a month since that night on the terrace and while nothing had really changed, Ram had felt a palpable shift in their comfort dynamic. Her agreeing to go out with him was just one such small example.

He stood next to their car, having dismissed their driver so it would be just the two of them tonight. As she walked down the stairs of the building, he saw her look around for him and when she spotted him, the little wave that she gave him made his heart skip a beat. He should have known it was all too good to be true. Literally a short distance from their workplace, their car halted to a stop. It was like deja vu to the first day of the wedding, he still didn’t know the number of the mechanic and she didn’t want him to call their driver back.

She suggested they take an auto and he had to grudgingly agree. The delay meant that they had missed their reservation at the restaurant, and while this was not really a problem and he knew they’d always make room for him, something about the rhythm was off and all of a sudden all he wanted to do was go back home with her.

Priya said nothing but just directed the auto driver to their home. If she was disappointed, she showed no signs of it.

Two miles from their home, they got stuck in a massive traffic jam and it seemed like nothing was destined to be right today.

“Bhaiyya…kya ho raha hai. Gaadi kyun bandh kar di apne.”

“sir woh aaj Shahrukh ka happy budday hai na, toh traffic toh Mannat tak chalegi, ekdum bumper to bumper. Aapka ghar uske aage padta hai, time lagega. Main bolta hai ki aap chalke jaayega. Idhar fans log ka bheed road pe Bohol time tak hoga.”

Of course! How had he forgotten, that on this date their entire area was flooded with fans wanting to catch a glimpse of their favourite superstar. Normally he worked from home on this date, but had been so caught up in planning his evening with Priya that he forgot about it.

He looked over to Priya who was stifling a smile and asked, chalein….shayaad hamari kismat mein aaj cardio hi likha tha. She got off her side and proceeded to pay the auto guy while he squinted trying to look for the best path to walk home. Their only hope was to cross towards the rocky beach and leave behind the vehicles and the seeming millions of people. He pointed to where he thought they should walk and quickly crossed over, cutting through the crowds.

“Ram….” He heard her scream and his heart stopped. He spun around and saw her being unable to cross and being jostled by people. She was getting hysterical by the minute and he saw tears stream down her eyes.

He ran back as quickly as possible and held out his hand. She clasped his palm tightly and he extracted her from the crowd. She was visibly uncomfortable and sweating, and he used his trusty tissue to wipe her face and let her cool down.

“woh…main….woh mujhe…..bheed pasand Nahi. Thank you!”

“Koi bat nahi Priya, aage se main dhyaan rakhoonga. Are you ready to go, or do you need more time?”

“No, I’m fine…chalte hain”

They remained quiet through the journey back home. She was lost deep in thought, and he didn’t make a peep as her hand was still intertwined with his and he didn’t want to let go. They held hands all the way back home, as if it was the most normal thing for them to do.

Though the evening didn’t start per his plan, it ended with an outcome far beyond his wildest thoughts. He sent Shahrukh a text wishing him the best for the day and adding In a thank you for making his day extra special.

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OK….

1. I really should have posted this part along with the last one as this was always the plan. As two of you have indicated, my favourite lines from banwara Mann are also “Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho…Iss Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho”
2. I’ve taken full liberties with how rich the Kapoors are. If truly they lived in a big mansion on Bandstand, and are filthy rich, it won’t be a stretch that they are acquainted with SRK even if on a cordial, formal basis
3. SRK does not know he is a plot device.
4. If you prefer a different actor/actress to fit the above plot device, do replace

Part 4, the part I’m effectively having writers block for, has not yet formed itself. Sooo maybe this series stops here. As I don’t know how to make the jump to five.

Thank you all for your lovely comments. I will reply to them individually tomorrow, cos story toh Kal update nahi hone wali hai.