I stood on the threshold of the house, nervously wiping off
the water droplets from my face, courtesy Indian Monsoon.
I just love rain..I love to jump around and sing during
rains and then love to pamper myself with my papa's karak adraak wali chai
O no!! I am missing papa like hell.. but wait' I need to get
strong.. it's because of his
encouragement I am here in India 'nahi
toh the present situations of my life would have had me crying like typical 60's
bollywood heroine.
The tap over my shoulder brought me back to my senses' I
look at the girl smiling cheekily to me' "Gehne ka dukaan", I comment her, but
not on her face. "Chalein??"
the girl almost shouted in my ear causing me jump.
"Are you sure? Your parents will be ok with this?", I
question her unnecessarily knowing her answer cause she has been blabbering it
all through the ride to her house.
"Tum NRI wale bhi na sawaal bohot karte ho' you don't have
any idea about our Punjabis khatirdaari and just wait till I tell them that you
have saved mine..Ashlesha's life..they are going to treat you like princess." ,
she smirks and straightens her hair "
Ya Ashlesha, the princess", my mind mimics her sentence.
"Oye Andar to chalo'", Ashlesha pulls me in and starts her
All India Radio once again'
"Jaldi jaldi get freshen up and be ready they'll start
coming"
"Who'll start coming?" , I question, though I know the
answer.
"Arrey yaar, colony wale, moholla wale, everyone'akhir meri,
ashlesha ki shaadi hai na", she again smirks and straightens her hair. I swear,
once again she does that I'll chop off her locks, phir dekhti hoon tu baal
kaise seedhe karti hai
>"Sushilaaaaa", Ashlesha screams and a young girl comes
running down the stairs
"Yeh Heer hai, ajse shaadi tak yeh yahi rehengi, go take her bag upstairs" ,"and
you'" , she turns towards me " wear something traditional", she scans me from
top to bottom eyeing weirdly my maroon t shirt and light blue jeans' if I weren't
in a mission I would have buried her right here not caring its her house.
"Of course.. of course", I cheekily reply.
, "And please be quick'nahi to Asur bharak uthega'" she
grinned
"Come again?", I ask her startled.. "Asur?"
Ya' mera Sasur'aka Asur, he is a typical disciplinarian and
very punctual, has been in states for more than 20 years therefore puri
military mizaz ke hai'", she finishes her statement fanning her face and
looking at the other side while I glare at her , " Sharam nahi aati, sasur ko
asur bolti hai"
"I get it", I smile knowingly. "I guess, I'll get going and
get ready"
"Ya sure" Ashlesha replied.
, I made my to the stair case when that irritating voice
called me again "Heer!!!"
I huffed and turned towards her smiling "Please batana tumhe woh kaise lage", she
blushed
"Woh? Woh kaun?" I confusedly question her..
"Who yaani ki Prem , mera dulha", she sheepishly grinned
while I smiled and turned away fuming with anger , "Tera nahi mera dulha" , I
mutter under my breath
So here's my 3rd ff... and by the title itself I think you understood what is it all about.... ya its inspired from DDLG but its DDLG in reverse...
Now please comment and if you all like it I'll continue with the story....and please dont forget to be brutally honest
Priyadarshini aka Priyo