ok, i'm continuing my story...
India,
Disha Saighal sat silently on the steps of PK and Jharna's house...watching the sunset...recalling past memories of her and DK...the time he first made her his wife...the time he told her he loved her...she could still feel his grip on her hand when DK had swung her towards him.
She sighed, why couldn't everything be the same?...why had there have to be so many problems in her life?...she sorrowfully re-played the scene in her head...only an hour ago...but it seemed like eternity...
1 hour ago...
DK: kyu? kyu thumne mujhse jhoot ble disha kyu? mene jab thumse kaha tha ke gar bet kar aram karo...phir thum bar jakar kam kyu karne gaye?
Disha felt helpless...what would she say to him?...he was angry right now and wouldn't listen to her at all...but she had to make him understand.
Disha: Dk...meri bath samajhne ki khoshish karo...thum janthe ho ke Jharna aur PK yeh ghar kese chala rahe hai? is ghar mein ithne sare lokh reh ra hai he...aur sirf PK kamane wale.
Dk: disha..mein hu na...meh naukhri karooga...thumhe karne ki koi zaroorat nahiye he.
But now disha was to angry to care...things she had never though of cam tumbling out of her mouth.
Disha: tum? agar thum naukhri karne wale hothe, tho aaj mujhe kam nahi kar ne partha, kodh bina naukhari ke bet he ho, par apne ego ke wajhase mujhe kam kar nehiye dethe. jab thumhe koi kaam miljhaye ga...aur gar meh pese aneh lage ge...thab mujhe yeh bath kehnaa!
with that she stormed out of the house...leaving DK staring at her with disbelief.
present..
Disha sighed, she had better go in and smooth things out with DK. She stood up and started to make her way back, when she heard a car come up the driveway.
she turned round and saw a black mercedes, she could see a driver at the front...was this vasudha again,come to taunt them?
disha was getting ready to face vasudha when a young lady of 23 stepped out the car...she was wearing a light pink trouser suit, decorated with beautiful white flowers.
disha didn't hear her gasp, or say 'di', the next thing she knew the two cousins were holding onto each other tightly, tears streaming down thier faces.
disha pulled back and faced Natasha, 3 years and she still looked the same, except for the mischevious spark which had gone out of her eyes...this wasn't the sweet innocent Tashu that disha knew so well, this was Natasha Bhosle, a mature business woman who had experienced more than her share of pain.
N: di...yeh sab kya hogaya...mujhe patha hi nahi chala..warna meh both pehel aa jathi.
Disha: woh sab bathe choro...ao, andher a kar sab se millo.
Disha led the way into the house she had grown so fond of. inside, azooba, gautham, suhas, sukanya and jharna were seated, talking, trying to take thier pain away. But as soon as the two walked in, everyone stood uo, shocked at what they were seeing, jharna was bewildered...who was this?
Natasha first touched the feet of suhas and azooba, seekign thier blessings, and gave her brother a big hug, no one said a thing, what was there to say? then she turned to face sukanya in the tensed silence..what would happen?
Natasha turned away in disgust... no matter what, now this was the only feeling she would have in her heart for the lady who had once been her mother...as far as Natasha was concerned...her mother had died 3 years ago.
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