OBros VS OBahus - By Ansh Singh Oberoi (Chappy 2 on Pg10) - Page 3

Hello all! Back from school! Now, you must be wondering ki school se lautne mein bhalaa itna time kaun leta hai? So, let me tell you, I am Mr Shivaay Singh Oberoi and Mrs Anika's son. SO I go to school by bus and return in a heli..., sorry chopper. (Mummy ko sun sun ke aadat ho gayi hai!) And to add to my life's horrible raita, the chopper crashed midway and I had to walk all the way back!!

Anyways, so as promised, here is the first chapter for all of you, and I know you will love it! (Flicking my hair...)

CHAPTER ONE : THE CRICKET MATCH - PAPA VS MUMMY (PART 1)

6 YEARS AGO

It was definitely not a normal day! Why? Papa-Mummy were not fighting!

Believe me, even real cats did not fight as much as papa and mummy. Everyone was used to the regular fights - at the breakfast table, mummy would drop something on papa's shirt, and papa would pass on half of his breakfast to mummy in his fear of growing fat. Wanna listen to the never-changing convo? Here you go -

Papa - "Anika, tumne phirse mere kapre gande kar diye na? Log washroom jaana bhul sakte hain, par tum meri shirt ke upar kuch giraana kabhi nahi bhool sakti! Kab sudharne ka iraada hain haan?"

Mummy - "O Mr Shri Shri Shri 1008 Kanji Aankhon Waala Baagad Billa, aap hote kaun hain mujhe bataane waale? Aap chodiye! Har roz aap apne plate se aadha khaana mere plate mein daal dete hain. Mujhe Gol Gumbaz banake hi chodne ka iraada hai kya? Thoda khaayenge to sher shaakakari nahi ho jaayega!

Papa - "Shakaa... what? What's with that language?"

Mummy - "Language gayi chulhe mein. Matlab, main Ansh ko kaise daatoon jab uske papa hi khaana khaane mein nakhe noorjahaan ke dikhaate hain? Aapko samjh mein aata hai, baap-bete ko sambhaalne mein mera kya haal hota hai? Aap na mujhse baat hi mat kijiye!"

Papa - "Haan to thik hai na, tumse baat karne ke liye bhi kaun maraa jaa raha hai!"

But believe me, this was only a matter of few hours. When Papa would come home in the afternoon for some reason or the other, Mummy would be sulking in the room and again a never-changing convo follows -

Papa - "Anika, sorry."

Mummy - "Sorry kyun? Aap ko to mujhse baat karne mein michmichi machti hai na?"

Papa - "Sorry meri jaan. Tumhe pata hai na, main dimaag se thoda dheela hoon. Gussa aata hai to kuch bhi bol deta hoon. Par tumhe pata hai na, main tumse kitna pyaar karta hoon? Hum sabse zyaada gussa to ussi par karte hain na, jisse hum iss duniya mein sabse zyaada pyaar karte hain, hain na jaan?"

Mummy - "Shivaay, aap ek number ke tadibaaz hain. Aapko pata hai mujhe kaise manana hai. Agar manana ki hota hain to jhagdaa kyun karte hain?Mujhe bura lagta hai na?"

Papa - "Mujhe bhi to bura lagta hain na, apni jaan se jhagda karke? Sorry Anika."

And they would kiss and make-up.

Waise don't tell papa-mummy that I had caught them kissing a few times. They're surely gonna take away all my video games!

Anyways, coming back, so ya, they were not fighting. I was quite surprised. What had happened? Was everything well?

"Ansh! Ansh!" - Sabse Badi Dadi Ma called. Weird name, no? Well, I could find no other name for my father's grandmother.

"Aaya!"

I rushed to her room. As usual, she had misplaced her glasses. I found them under the bed and decided to know the matter from her.

"Sabse Badi Dadi Ma, Papa-Mummy ne aaj jhagda hi nahi kiya. Sab thik to hai na?"

"Arre puttar, aaj subah jab tu school mein tha na, tab Billu aur Anika ke beech ek bahut bara jhagda hua."

"Kyun?"

"IPL ko lekar."

"Kya?"

"Haan. Billu office nahi gaya aur match dekh raha tha Om, Rudra, Anika, Gauri aur Soumya ke saath-"

"Subah ko IPL??"

"Arre puttar, puri baat sun. Rudra ne kal ka match record kar liya tha. Haan to sun, Mumbai aur Delhi ke beech ke match mein ladke Mumbai ko support kar rahe the aur ladkiyaan delhi ko. Tab Anika aur Billu mein phir se behes ho gayi aur Anika ne Billu ko match ke liye challenge de di."

"Par kyun? Mummy ko to pata hain na Papa aur dono chachu cricket mein kitne achche hain?"

"Anika ko jab gussa aata hain, tab usse pata hi nahi chalta ki who kya keh rahi hai."

And we said in unison - "JAANE KYA HOGA AAGE!"

I went upstairs and peeped into their room to see if everything was okay. But it was not! Not for me I mean! How would I know that they would start romancing even when they were arguing?

Mummy was in Papa's arms and their tadibaazi had started.

Papa - "Anika tumhe pata hai na, tumne Shivaay Singh Oberoi ko challenge kiya hai? Mujhse haarna aata hi nahi hai."

Mummy - "To aapko bhi pata hai na ki main Shivaay Singh Oberoi ki biwi hoon? Main to haarna jaanti hi nahi. Aap bataiye, aap mujhe jeetne par kya dene waale hain?"

Papa - "Dene ki taiyaari to tum karo."

Mummy - "Uski zaroorat nahi padegi."

Papa - "Agar main jeeta to jo main maangoonga, who mujhe dena padega."

Mummy - "Pehle jeet ke dikhaaye phir sochoongi."

Papa - "Nahi pehle bataao, dogi?"

Mummy - "Agar aap luck by chance jeete to. Par aapko chahiye kya?"

Papa whispered something into Mummy's ears and she blushed furiously.

Papa - "To, dogi na?"

Mummy - "Sochungi." And before Papa could say something, she ran into the washroom.

I wondered what it was.

Okay Guys! Papa is coming to my room and I need to hide the book. Part 2 would be up soon!

Ciao!