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" Magalam bhagwan vishnu "
"sawhaaa "
" pheww" A girl dressed in shorts and cute superman T-shirt huffed in relief.. She was sitting on the couch with legs folded staring the screen with irritating expressions..
" mom now give me the remote " geet scowled snatching the remote from aarti..
"geeet ..." aarti groaned narrowing her brows pulling the remote..
" will u both stop it its better I take the remote " Ram announced entering the living room..
The mother daughter duo hissed in anger ..and stormed away from each other...looking away..
Ram sighed and grabbed the remote
" kisi ne sahi kaha ek tv aur biwi indono k ghar pe hote hue shanti milna is impossible ..chal ab tu mere pass hi reh safe rahega " he added mentally..
he placed the remote in his pocket and sat besides geet and arti that is in the middle..
the mother and daughter were still fuming
"geetu " ram called her sternly
geet pouted cutely squealing ...arti smiled faintly nearly smirking
she turned to face him..
" dad this is cheating mom..humesha yeh serials dekhti rehti hai...u cant always take her side mana aapki wife hai but mai bhi beti hu aapki..." she uttered frantically ..
ram rolled his eyes while arti chuckled "geetu serials yeh dekhti hai..and drama tum karti ho ha.." he shook his head..
geet twisted her lips hugging him..wrapping her hands cutely
" u knw..dad u na..aap bohot ache husband ho..but dad...".she blinked her eyes thoughtfully..while ram stared her curiously..
" dad usse bhi better ho.." she said smiling widely and kissing his left cheek ..Ram smiled in return and wrapped his hands around her..
"ummm " arti cleared her throat in order to gain her attention ..without glancing them
Geet winked at ram.." ab aap bhi aa jaiye Mrs.Handa "
Arti blushed raising her head as ram drew her close from the other side...
"sure mr.Handa " arti said smiling and kissed his other cheek...
Later at night
" geetu see this what I got for u ..." aarti said..as she entered in Geet's room...
" geeet..." She screamed loudly gather her interest..but her daughter was busy swaying her body to the music..she had her head phones on..
Arti grunted...and marched towards her holding her arm..and prying off the headphones...
" mom...uh what happened" She said scrunching her brows and brushing her curls..
Arti held her arm and made her sit on the bed..
" itna loud music koi sunta hia bhala...?"
Geet giggled...pincing arti's cheeks.." mom music is my life I love jazz u knw that.."
Arti nodded..smiling
" waise look what I've got for u " arti said gleefully
She thrusts a pink colour earning with matching necklace set in her hands..
" mom...whats dis..no way not again..." geet murmured
" shoo..geetu this will look beautiful on you..dekho.." she pulled out the earrings and placed them on ears...
Geet let her do what she wants after she was done...praising the earings and scolding her ..
" mom I m not interested in these earings u knw..i don't like these stufss.." she spoke for the millionth time
" geetu enough..u r not a kid anymore...u r 22 at least now start behaving like a girl...How long will u sustain this tom- boy look of urs..??" arti said in a high tone
" mom whats wrong with this look..this is what I m ???"
" geet...u r behaving like a kid..i don't understand why are u getting so hyper..u r girl geet and u should behave like one...tumhe humne choot di iska matlb yeh nahi ki tum aise hi rahogi.." Arti said strictly
" mom...what..." Geet glance her intently and then looked away..
" geet this is not US its India...we r gonna live here and u should get adjusted here..we never had any problem with u r living style..sweety..Ab tum yah ape ayi ho u should endeavor amending ur lifestyle accordingly..."
Yes the HANDA family has flown down from US to delhi..Ram had got his transferred done since he was facing lot of trouble due to his touring from India and US. Geet handa the sweet princess of her dad was a tom boy. She never really understood how tp go head with the girly stuffs.. Back in US she wasn't that fond of having friends...she was happy with her classmates..she enjoyed everyone's company..And following the on going trend..she desired to become a pop star or..a lyricist..perhaps..
Since they have landed in India her mother was hell bend on getting her transformed into a typical Indian girl.. arti knew geet was different but she knew othe thing and obliged it " JAISA DES WAISA BES"
Last week weeks arti was all about finding the right guy for geet..though Ram dint approve of this and she had to dismiss the idea..she was secretly trying to groom her little daughter..
" I don't wana say anything mom.u wont understand my thoughts" she took in deep breaths mentally counted till 100 to lower her temper..
Arti stood to her feet..
" geet we causing no hindrance in ur route to achieve ur dreams..beta..its just that..if u don't change now...who will marry you..' Her tone soften as she spoke the last sentence..
Geet abated a breath..staring her stunned
" mom...u r worried about my marriage?like really?" She shook her head and then smirked...looking direct in her eyes...
" dad says...there will be a guy who will love me...and just me...not because of my beauty or looks..because for what I m..just the way dad loves u .."
Few days later
" shit shit " geet stomped the ground angrily...removing her headdress off her head...she sighed painfully
" isse toh servicing k liye dena tha last to last week...oh lord y m I soo...careless.." She folded her hands staring her scooty...dejectedly..
She somehow reached..her college..and puffed..
Parking her scooty she strolled inside the college..
" now what to do..mom wont give me a single penny...infact ek bog lecture milgea..dad bhi nahi hai..paise kaha se lau scooty thik karne.."
That's when she heard a girl asking someone..
" please arrange the girl...its urgent..bas ek shaddi ka sequence karna hai...achi dikhne wali bhi nahi jayie..ghungat hoga...we r ready to pay 10k for that please..Just a fake marriage scene for our serial..please the girl need not be a an actress"
Geet raised her brow...pressing her lips in a thin line..
She pensively calculated the pros and corns and decided to give it a try...
" cmon the girl clearly state no one will she my face..i m sure mom will be happy when she'll knw ki maine unke serial mai acting ki..??Its worth giving a try.."
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Geet blinked her lashes again ..letting her own image sunk in mind..
She was clad in red ghargra and small choli..which was tied by two strings on her back...along with a shimmering red and golden embroidered chunri..
She wore two sets of necklace on golden one which was short and the other was a long chain...Her ears adorned big heavily stones... hanging..down making sounds as she moved her head..
She was still staring her figure in mirror wistfully and jaw dropped..
" U look beautiful.." the girl commented and patted her shoulder...turning geet around she adjusted her ghonghat..making it a proper long veil..
The girl seemed more nervous than geet..which irked her..
" listen u just have to go..there and pretend that u r simran okay...and"
" But.." Geet peeped through her veil..
" I have to pretend as m simran?? No body will see my face u said so...I cant afford that...'
The girl shushed her.." no no...one will see ur face..just go there and do whatever they say...and ha..ther will be no retakes..and director as already started the scene."
" oh.." she muttered
" even I m part of the scene...okay...I m ur dasi..u knw helping ..u ..now the other actor will come and take u outside..u knw right this is fake forceful marriage act..okay..dont be nervous.."
Geet nodded slowly..all her jewls moved with her..annoying her...to the core.. The girls voice seemed cracking...she decided to shrug her thoughts and concentrate on the act
Next she knew she was pulled by some one..it was indeed rough she kind off considered this next to real...she struggled initially but the guy clasped her firmly...
" these actors na..fake marriage hai yeh" she thought inwardly..
She was made to sit in front of the fire..forcefully..she rubbed her arm..
" I m going to charge extra money for this.."
" chaloo ab bihyaa chalu karo inka...chacha.."
She sensed a male figure sitting besides her...
The fake pandit ranted some mantras..fake mantras
Now she somewhat understood the scene..it was a forcefully marriage..the guy was forced to marry the girl..apparently the girl did not have any choice but to marry the guy..
The guy drew her veil a bit upward and filled her mang with the fake sindoor...
" gosh dude.." geet cursed him..
The sindoor was smudged on her forehead and a little fell on her nose too..
Once agin his hands shivering hands popped inside her viel tying the mangalsutra
She was once again pulled ...to stand for the fake pheras...after the hole thing was done..she could hear the roaring of bullets..
She dint panic..but was uncertain about this..coz the girl dint mention this..
After a moment of celebration..one man came ahead towards her..
" kyu simran kaha than a tujhe se..thara bhai thari shadi mahesh se hi karayega.." with that he ripped her ghunghat revealing her face..
" what the hell..." Geet yelled..
" look this isn't the way u r suppose to behave..for god sakes...its fake yaar.." She recognized this man he was the one manhandling her..
The man seemed shocked...actually dead shocked..and all of a sudden his eyes grew big and fire spitting from them,,
" ah..' geet yelped as the man once again clapped her arm...gripping it tighly..
" eh chori tu yaha pe kya akr rai..hai..aur mari bhen kathe hai?? Bata warna..' he gritted his teeth...
" director...directior..." Geet screeched loudly
" leave me ..Director...' she violently resisted his hold..
" ki bol rai hai..yeh tu ha..hindi ma bol..'
" bhai ji..eh bol rai hai..director..matlb who..pata nahi..' another man said..
" maine director kaha..where is he...use kaho mujhe ab aur nahi rehna yaha..Just give me my money and m done...aap mujh se aise behave nahi kar sakte..aapki jhooti shaddi khatam hogayi.."
" betiya yeh shaddi asli thi jhooti nahi...kya bol rai ho tum.."
" whattt???????"
Now this started haunting her she frantically gaped the men with.. riffle in their hand..they wore kurta and pjyamas she had seen such men in GANGS OF WASSEPUR though she cuolnt understand their language These men replicate them..totally..
The guy holding geet scratched his head,..
" bhaya tu ki bol rai hai..mane kuch samjh ni aa raha.."
" bhai ji yeh angreji ma patter patter kar ari hai..babu ji ko kol kar unse puchte hai...kyu??? Yehi toh padhe likhe hai.."
" ha pappu sahi kehrya hai tu..khol mahesh ne..'
She had a burning sensation in heart..she was now panicking...something dint seem right..
Pappu came forward and pulled down the sehar from her fake husband...
As the sehra fell on the ground and his face was expose...She sucked in a harsh breath gaping the man dressed as the dulha..whose mouth was tapped...
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