FF Dilwali Dulha Le Jayegi... Part 3 page 6 - Page 2

wow that was very interesting cant wait!😛

rlly intresting wounder wt heer does to prem

@ sa123456789, nav555, happybrar, zaibun

Thanks a lot guys...

Ooh Priyo!! 😛

Love the new concept completely!!! 😃

Heer is definitely fiesty, a fun way to see her! 😉😳

Update soon! 😃

Love you,

Meera😳

Part-1

Flashback....

Lalit Juneja's POV

Survival of the fittest… ya true.. I am surviving and I am the reason for my family's survival. Ironic enough coz I have been preaching my kids this Darwin's theory since they were kids but am I practicing it?

Everyday I walk through this road and reach my workspace, my general store. I have been doing this since last 23 years but still I feel aloof. I have not been able to connect myself to this life till now. Its materialistic, it's not the life I wanted to live. My life belongs to India, my country, my motherland. I am so much connected to my soil, my culture that I have never let my family accept the culture of this country.

My family. A smile approaches my lips on their mention. My family is my pride. My wife, Gayatri, my pillar of support, my strength, my everything. She has been the witness of my life's journey through thick and thins… My younger son Preet, the encyclopedia of philosophy. Though he has just crossed his teens but it seems that he knows everything of our age. And my son Prem. My heart inflates with pride as I think about him. I and Gayatri are not his blood parents. He happens to be my elder brother's and Bhabhi's son. An unfortunate incident took them away from us when Prem was merely a month old. Since then Gayatri and me has been his ma bauji.

I am really very proud to have sons like them and am really proud that they are true Indians away from India.

I free myself from my entangled thought and unlock my store. Bowing down in front of Lakshmi devi , I stare at my phone because it'll ring any moment, and so it does. I smile knowingly and pick up, not letting the other person speak I confirm her ,"ya I have reached." I hang up.

Prem's POV

As soon as Ma keeps the phone down satisfied that bauji has reached, our Mr. Philosopher, Preet, sprints towards the living room, and almost blasts off the room with the heavy metal music. Hard rock and Metals have been his all time favorite but when you have a bauji in your house, who does not even let you listen to latest bollywood flicks other than Sehgal and O.P.Nayyar and all legendary music directors, it becomes difficult for you to savor what you like.

I laugh as I see my mother molding the flour dough rhythmically, in sync with the music and head towards my room for a shower. I hum my patent tune, which I always do , but not while bauji is nearby me, and hang the towel around my neck, entering the bathroom.

I come out of the shower and find ma arranging my stuffs and wording the tune I was humming…

"Ma … yeh mera gaana hai, don't sing it.", I complain.

"Nahi to kya karega?", she turns to me raising an eyebrow.

"I'll complain to Bauji that you were singing latest film songs", I smiled and played along.

"ok.. as you wish", she shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest, " and If your bauji asks me I'll tell him, mujhe Prem ne yeh gaana sikhaya hai",

My mom's dangerous. I need to unveil my white flag to her as soon as possible because if Bauji comes to know about this , woh to mujhe kachcha chaba jayenge. I walk closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist.

"Ma… meri achchi ma", I bribe her with honey dipped phrases.

"Hmmm…" is all she replies as she engages her with folding my clothes.

"you wont tell Bauji na?" I ask her doubtfully.

She now turns towards me and makes me sit on the bed. She ruffles my wet hair and speaks up, " Bhala main kyun batane lagi? I know your bauji well.. he wont be happy if he comes to know these things. And I know pretty well what you and your brother likes. Its your life do whatever you want but don't hurt your bauji. He has got high hopes on both of you."

I smile and hug my mother, she is the greatest mom ever. She understands me so well. We pull back.

"Prem?", she asks

"Hmmm..", I answer.

"Beta, please will you sing the song which you were humming?"

I feel quite taken aback with her request. But eyes and her voice had something to which I couldn't respond a no. I have never sung the song before my mother or anyone as this song has been very close to my heart and I seem to feel each and every word of it. I smile in agreement and start .

"Andekhi Anjaani Si

Pagli Si Deewani Si

Jaane woh kaisi Hogi Re…

Chori se chupke chupke…

Baithi hai , dil mein chupke

Jaane woh Kaisi hogi re…"

I look at my mother and stop midway. She is looking at me with a weird dreamy smile.

"Kya?", I ask

"Kaun hai yeh kudi?", she asks.

"Kudi? Kaunsi kudi?", I ask confusedly

"Wohi jo tere dil mein chupi hai", she teases and I let out a huff.

"Ma, andekhi hai, anjaani hai.", I answer

"You mean, to say, there is none?" she asks disappointed, "mujhe to laga ki you are in love", she gets up and ruffles my hair again before leaving.

I smile at my mother's innocence. And stare out my window hoping to meet the andekhi anjaani pagli who is just meant for me.

Well.. I had already written the part 1 and therefore I am posting it now...now the story will move to the flashback mode... Hope you like this part and comment on it,,,

Priyadarshini aka Priyo😃

omg Priyo! 😛

That was totally cute, I LOVE the relation between Prem and his mom! 😛 *sigh* that song is so cute, I can't tell you how adorable they were! 😛

Can't wait for more! 😃

Love you,

Meera😳

@ Meera.. thanks a lot for commenting .. ya Heer is totally fresh.. will update soon😃

reserved!

Originally posted by: indiandoll89

omg Priyo! 😛

That was totally cute, I LOVE the relation between Prem and his mom! 😛 *sigh* that song is so cute, I can't tell you how adorable they were! 😛

Can't wait for more! 😃

Love you,

Meera😳

hey meera!! that was a quick reply to my quick post😆.... ya prem and his mom are cute and the song is one of my fav😃...will post soon...

really cute!!