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Two more scenes for some more brain damage...hahaha..
Jhaaaaannnnn, buddy 🤗 there is a treat for you in one of the scenes .. .hahahha...
Index :
Scene 1-4.. Page 1
Scene 5-6 : Page 4
Scene 7-8: Page 9
Scene 9-10: Page 13
Scene 11-12: Page 16
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Scene 11: Breakfast karoge???
Next day morning brought a promise of a new beginning for Prithvi and Damini.
Prithvi got up first and looked at his wife's sleeping face, a slight smile playing on his lips. He touched her cheeks gently, taking in her beautiful features. By the time, Damini got up, Prithvi was back from his run. On seeing him, Damini gave a shy smile. It was a a peaceful time for these two finally.
When Prithvi and Damini came for breakfast, the rest of the family was already seated at the table. They had not even taken their seats, Sameer started " Bhaiyya, how are you? ".." I am fine, Sameer", Prithvi smiled at him. " Bhaiyya, I was just saying that Rakhi'." And he paused purposefully. At the name " rakhi", Damini shot an angry stare at Prithvi. Prithvi asked irritatedly " Sameer, what are you talking?".. " No, Bhaiyya I only wanted to remind you that Rakhi bandhan is coming near. ", he said winking.. Avni gave Sameer a kick under the table.." Ouch.. Avni.. what.. we never had sisters growing up and I felt it is my duty to remind Prithvi Bhaiyya of rakhi'",Sameer continued shamelessly.
At every mention of the word "Rakhi", Damini felt her anger rising. Looking at Damini's reaction, Prithvi glared at Sameer, " Ok.. Sameer, Point taken". By now, everyone were chuckling except for Prithvi and Damini. Prithvi looked at Damini helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.
Trying to change the subject, he looked around the table and asked " what is for breakfast today?" " Aloo parantha, Jeej", Avni replied sweetly.. Prithvi shut his eyes hearing that.." Wah, that is wonderful.. today is not my day, is it?", he said a silent prayer. He looked sheepishly at Damini, who was turning a nice shade of red. She was now scowling at him. Prithvi tried again " Is there anything else?".. " Why, Prithvi, I thought you loved aloo paranthas ", Damini said suddenly.
Prithvi didn't know to salvage the situation now. He merely said " I used to, but not so much now". " Why is that? You don't like the taste anymore? Or is there some other reason, Prithvi", Damini still continued. Elaji could sense that something was going to erupt again. Trying to soothe things over, she said " No problem, Prithvi Beta.. there is omelette too"'
On hearing the word, Omelette, Prithvi looked at Damini and he knew that he was beyond help now. " No Mama, why omelet? He doesn't like omelettes' he prefers aloo parantha, isn't it Prithvi?, Damini said stressing the word "aloo parantha".. "Damini, that is not the case. I like both ", Prithvi said raising his voice slightly. " Oh now you like both????.. why can't you decide firmly? Or is it because it is not made by '..", Damini stopped abruptly, her eyes now flashing anger.. " Damini, why are you getting angry? .. There is no need '", Prithvi said, his temper rising too with every word..
" Why don't you admit ?.. that you are a chauvinist .. you want paranthas cooked by your wife very morning, with a glass of juice "?, screamed Damini, now getting up from the table.." Damini, what do you mean chauvinist?? Just because I asked you once for make them?? Neways, If you can't make them, it does not make me chauvinist", Prithvi said smirking.
"Aahhhhh, you are too much", Damini screamed and left the table in a huff.. Prithvi looked around.. His face was still red with anger.. He just shrugged his shoulders and left.
" Prithvi Saxena, you will never change", muttered Damini angrily as she went back to the bedroom.. "Damini Gujral, you will never change", Prithvi muttered angrily as he made his way to the stables, clenching his fists.
Ila Gujral looked on smiling and shaking her head .. " These two will never change "..
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Scene 12: Quid pro quo
Damini entered the bedroom, looking for something to take her anger out on. " He is a pain ' Why did I ever get involved with him? Why couldn't I met someone who was an adult, instead of this MCP'.Aahhhhhh", she screamed..
He was the only one, who could affect her so and she hated that fact. She was always in control of her emotions until she met him, the arrogant man. She continued ranting at him for a while. Even as she was cooling off a little, she saw his shirt lying on the bed.
"He doesn't even keep his shirts in its place' expects his obedient wife would take care of it.. conceited MCP..", she said picking up the shirt.
"Ohhh'. And the kind of shirts he wears!!!!' Who wears camouflage shirt in Bombay???.. Is he going to hunt or going for war???", she thought out aloud. " Ahhhhh.. How I wish I can burn this thing", she said crumpling the shirt in her hands ...A button came loose in her fingers. She eyed it with anger. " Why does he even need shirt buttons, as it is he doesn't use them".. she mumbled.
Suddenly, she had a brainwave and she chuckled to herself. " Prithvi Saxena, you want me to do "ladkiyonwala kaam", I will do it, My dear great husband". After getting a sewing kit from Avni's room, Damini sat on the bed, intently working on the shirt.
Prithvi came back to the bedroom, still a little bit mad. Damini was sitting at the desk working on her files. She turned around when Prithvi entered. " Oh, you are back, Prithvi ", she smiled sweetly at him. Prithvi was puzzled. " Is this the same girl, who was yelling at her a few minutes back", he thought.. " Yes, ". he said cautiously, still undecided whether to return her smile or not.." Why don't you get ready, Prithvi? I am in a mood to go shopping.
" What is up with this girl", Prithvi kept on thinking.. " Okey.. Let me change my shirt and we will go", Prithvi said with a small smile. "Okey dear, I will wait for you", Damini said even more sweetly as she saw Prithvi take the shirt from the bed and put it on.
" Daminiiiiiiiiii.. What did you do????", Prithvi screamed. " What have done with sleeves????"'shouted Prithvi as he tried to put his hands through the sown-up sleeves'
" I was just trying to complete my wifely duties, my hubby dearest ", Damini said, laughing out loud. Still laughing, Damini went out of the room, leaving an angry Prithvi staring at his favorite shirt ruined. " By the way, Prithvi dear, I would dump that shirt, if I were you", Damini said peeping back in the room'" Damini'", but Damini was gone before Prithvi could complete his sentence, happy with her success.
Prithvi continued mourning his shirt. " Damini, you are really childish' I should have known, something was wrong' ", he fumed. He tried unraveling the stitches, but only managed to ruin it further. Finally he threw it away. " Damini, you would pay for this.. ", he thought angrily. He looked around the room. His face relaxed a bit when he saw his target.. " Damini, now you will know who is the boss",,, he said.
The day went on quite happily for Damini.. She never had so much fun in a long time. Prithvi was quite calm. He was biding his time for his revenge. Ilaji actually thought that they had patched up, observing their behavior.
It was now after dinner. Damini bid everyone good-night and came up to the bedroom. She wanted to finish up the proposal she was working on. As she made her way to the desk, she saw her favourite fountain-pen missing.." Now where is it? ", she thought frowning to herself.. "Did I forget it in the study?".. She went over to the study and looked over the desks and shelves' but no success.."No, I had it in the morning in the bedroom", she thought to herself.
When Prithvi entered the room a little while later, he stopped at the door and chuckled. The room was a mess, with papers and clothes everywhere. The desk drawers were lying on the floor with their contents emptied on the bed.. and Damini was on her knees looking through the messy piles..
" Damini, what is going on?", Prithvi asked innocently. " Prithvi, I can't find my pen?", Damini almost yelled.. " Which one? Is this the one?, he said holding up a random ball-point pen.." Nahi Prithvi", Damini said irritatedly, " I am looking for MY pen.. the nice fountain 'pen, that I always carry around".. " You will find it soon enough, Damini.. why don't you use this one instead.."
Damini now got up and faced him. Her face was red with anger " Prithvi Saxena, are you responsible for this?.. "Why do you think so, dear", Prithvi continued teasing her. "Damini Gujral, now you will know the results of messing with me", he thought happily.. " Prithvi, I need to find it'".. Damini was getting agitated by the minute.. She kept on searching for her beloved pen.. Prithvi enjoyed her discomfort a little while. Seeing her getting frantic now, Prithvi decided that he had enough fun. He stood behind her and whispered " Is this the pen you are looking for?"..
Damini turned around and saw her pen in his hands'and Prithvi grinning from ear to ear'" Give me my pen", Damini yelled, snatching the pen from his hands. Prithvi was caught unawares with that sudden movement. He held on to the pen. And Suddenly, Damini found herself standing holding half of the pen with blue ink splattered on her face and neck. " Oh' my pen is ruined' ", Damini cried.. She fell to her knees sobbing, holding onto what remained of her pen. Prithvi's grin turned into concern. "Why is she crying? This was not supposed to happen", he thought crestfallen.
He knelt beside Damini. He placed and hand on her shoulder. " Damini , please don't cry' I did not intend to make you cry'", he said softly..He was worried now. She did not stop crying. " Damini, look at me.. it is only a pen and it is not even broken. It can be fixed'", Prithvi implored.. She looked up tearfully at him. She took the other half of the pen from his hands and screwed both ends together. It looked ok to her now' But still she couldn't stop crying.. " Why did you do it, Prithvi?, she asked him sobbing'
Prithvi was now holding her close by the shoulders .. " Damini, I am sorry.. I was just trying to get revenge for today morning' My intention was not to hurt you.. Please stop crying' I didn't know the pen was that important to you", he said slightly rubbing away blue ink from her cheeks..and then hugging her gently.
" That pen was a gift from my Dad", is all Damini could say softly as she held on to him.
Prithvi's shut his eyes, and held her tight. He didn't know. And now he had managed to make her cry again..he thought cursing himself. " I am sorry, Damini", Prithvi said softly and Damini just nodded not wanting to let go of his hug.
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-- Mru
Edited by MMM11 - 15 years ago
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