Strangers- Complete FF - Pages 136 to 139 - Page 7

Originally posted by: Shabz.

Hi Opti, im so glad u started another FF, the story seems fresh and interesting...im looking forward to see how michi's relationship progresses.

Originally posted by: ..kashish..

hey akka,...

wow u started another ff..i am so happy..

wow an interstin first two parts....so she is going to pretend to be his wife....and mili lying ot baba to gt him off his back!...

hai....

wonder what willl happen now...

cant wait for hte next part...hope u continue soon!!!

I was so thrilled to read yet another of you ff. Both parts were very nice.Prachi is pregnant and have a strong feeling Neev is the father.Hope my guess is right. Thankfully milind was there to save her and prachi should be greatful to him for saving her life and her unborn child's life.

I wonder the act as husband and wife will it be a hit or a flop.Looking forward to your next update.

Originally posted by: Mi*chi*

I was so thrilled to read yet another of you ff. Both parts were very nice.Prachi is pregnant and have a strong feeling Neev is the father.Hope my guess is right. Thankfully milind was there to save her and prachi should be greatful to him for saving her life and her unborn child's life.

I wonder the act as husband and wife will it be a hit or a flop.Looking forward to your next update.

Originally posted by: sneha_17

great start, keep going 👍🏼

Part 3

Blissfully unaware of the palpable tension between the two young people sitting across him at the dining table, Mr.Mishra was his chatty self.

"So,Prachi beta, did you meet my sister, Pratibha in Virar? What did she say?"

Prachi turned to look at Milind wondering what to say.

"No Baba. Prachi wanted to meet her school friend who also lives in Mumbai. In fact her friend was getting married, the reason Prachi was clad in that grand ..." Searching for the right word to use for her outfit he finally settled for, "...costume."

Baba looked pleased to hear this.

"You know Prachi, this rascal did not tell me that he was bringing you home. I had resigned myself to seeing you only after two years."

"I wanted to surprise you Baba. That's why I did not mention that I was bringing her along."

"Milind, stop intervening and let my bahu speak for herself. I am yet to hear her voice," he gently chided his son.

Milind and Prachi exchanged uncomfortable glances.

"Milind is right Baba. I couldn't bear to be apart from him for two long years," she said and as an afterthought she added in a low tone," I love him very much."

Hearing this Milind jerked his head in her direction and looked at her bowed head in surprise but she fixed her gaze on the food on her plate.

Baba chuckled happily, "So you love my son very much, do you? I am sure he loves you too. Afterall you two got married in tearing hurry without bothering to invite me and are now getting ready to welcome a new life to celebrate that love, aren't you?"

Baba noticed that both Milind and Prachi turned red hearing him but thought that they were blushing in happiness.

"By the way, for someone who is a British citizen, you do not have even a trace of British accent," Baba wondered.

Prachi looked pleadingly at Milind to rescue her.

"Well, Baba. Not everyone develops an accent. Prachi had most of her schooling in New Delhi. She went to the U.K. only when she was about fourteen years old. I guess her Indian accent was pretty much established by then." Milind wondered how much more yarn he will have to spin but thankfully Baba seemed satisfied with that answer.

That night after dinner, Milind marked his territory on the bed by lining up a string of pillows on the centre of the bed. He took the right side of the bed, indicating silently that Prachi was free to occupy the left side. She meekly lay on the edge of her side of the bed, trying to make her presence as unobtrusive as possible. As she was exhausted by the events of the last two days, she soon fell asleep. On the other side of the bed though, Milind tried hard to sleep but he was both physically and mentally uncomfortable to sleep peacefully. While the impending wedding was plaguing his mind, the inability to sprawl himself fully on the bed as he normally does, cramped his body. After lying awake for a long time he finally slipped into a disturbed and restless sleep.

After the usual greetings, Rehana went in to prepare tea for him.

"Ali, will you not give your wife any respite?" Milind chided him mockingly as soon as Rehana was out of earshot.

"Well, what can I do, Milind? Every time we have a fierce fight we make up passionately soon after. End result - a peace offering!" he spread his hands to indicate his helplessness.

"So the two of you are still fighting like cat and dog?" asked Milind in amusement. "I thought you would have mellowed down over the years."

"Milind, you know me. I have always been the reasonable one in this marriage. But what can I do with an unreasonable woman like her?"

Just then Rehana came in with the tea and overhearing him complaining about her, she sprung to her own defence.

"Milind bhaiyya, don't believe a word this man utters. He is always claiming to have so much work that he has no time for his wife or his sons. Tell me bhaiyya, is he the only one working in your office? I am sure the guy is just using work as an excuse to stay away from his family."

"Tell me woman, which man in his right senses would enjoy returning home to a nagging wife like you."

"Peace..... peace... peace," Milind intervened before the domestic bickering can snowball into a full blown fight.

"Ali, show some empathy for your pregnant wife and Rehana behan, give your husband dear a little margin. By the way I came here not to settle your battles but to invite you and your family to my wedding."

"What?" asked both of them in unison.

Milind turning red with embarrassment, bowed his head down.

"Ali, see bhaiyya blushing! I think he is in love!!!" exclaimed Rehana.

"Nothing like that," Milind said brusquely.

"Who is the girl?" asked Ali curiously.

"Her name is Prachi Shah. We met at the university campus in London," Milind felt bad lying to his closest friend but he did not want anyone to know how he had met Prachi and why were they getting married. Her pregnancy is going to come out sooner or later and he did not want anyone to suspect the paternity of the child. He did not know why, but somehow he felt fiercely protective of that unborn baby.

"So it is a love marriage afterall! You liar!" Ali slapped him hard on the back.

Milind did not dispute him. All he said was that this marriage is not going to change anything for him, little realising that it is going to completely transform his life.

Three weeks later Milind and Prachi were tied together in the bond of matrimony in a simple ceremony attended by his baba, his bua and a few of his close friends. This was followed by a grand reception for which all the employees of his company were invited, apart from the folk who attended the wedding. This was the beginning of a tumultuous journey for the two 'strangers'.

Originally posted by: blind horizon

Married.... I'm shocked your Milind is someone I cannot understand. How can he hook up with her without knowing her parentage true he wants to get his problem solved too but honestly I had not expected him to be this dense. Well it's for better or worse now isn't it and well why do I have a feeling this one is going to last him a lifetime. He is protective of the baby even when it is unborn how could he tear his heart away from it after it is alive and kicking temptation enough to lay off the deal itself. I'm liking the ff despite Milind's stupidity.