Originally posted by: -Martinski-
The guitar repair dude was so cute ! Can he like call abhi and tell him or something 😆
yess!!
*abhi is fulminating about that shameless chashmish and her gandhi harkaat*
*chashmish had to pack her bags to visit sarla ma in ignominy*
*everybody knows abhi yelled at pragya for being cheap and phasaoing men and devaluing the sanctity of marriage and causing daadi to faint*
*daadi has bp complications that have nothing to do with pragya affair, but her health is variable and she can't speak up so everyone thinks it's because of pragya*
*aroras tried to defend pragya but mehras wouldn't listen*
*suresh hung around with a gaping mouth and said nothing useful because he was so shocked, doesn't the world understand he would never look at pragya that way and never intrude on someone else's marriage*
*circle back to abhi fulminating in lonely bedroom missing her like in previous track*
*abhi's phone rings*
*repair guy: hello mr mehra, we have the bill for your wife's repair, can you please forward the payment*
*abhi: what?*
*repair guy: the rush job on your guitar, your wife signed the receipt but we need your manager's authorization to finalize it. also tell me where to mail the invoice please, your wife didn't want to wait for it. waise, by the way she's really handy, she could be an accomplished technician in her spare time, did she learn from you?*
*abhi thinking: aalu is not my wife and tanu doesn't know how to do anything useful with her hands, so what the hell is repair guy saying. says to repair guy: what do you mean my wife?*
*repair guy: sir, mrs pragya mehra, she has signed the receipt, and she was at our shop last night helping to restring the guitar. waise sir, it was great doing business with her, we hope you were satisfied with our work*
*abhi remembers how guitar baby miraculously recovered and served him well at the concert. says to repair guy: uhh...yes...pragya mehra? my wife?*
*repair guy is starting to question rockstar abhi's sanity, wonders if he's been doing hard drugs at his concerts, feels bad because his wife is so seedhi saadhi and sweet, but what can you do, bade log toh aise hota hai. says to abhi: yes sir, your wife...*
*abhi is still confused: chashmish? i mean, chashme-pehenewaali? anarkali and long hair and sindoor?*
*repair guy wonders why rockstar abhi needs to describe his wife by her appearance, does he have some confusion about who she is, maybe he is a secret polygamist, oooh maybe he could sell this story to the gossip mags! but no that mrs. pragya was quite nice, he doesn't want to do that to her, and he wants to get more business from abhi. repair guy says: yes, sir, your wife, chashme-pehenewaali. she got your guitar fixed, i guess she didn't get a chance to tell you as she was not going with you. sir, do you have a business manager we can finalize this invoice with?*
*abhi says: yes yes talk to aakash here's his number...*
*repair guy says: pleasure doing business with you sir, next time please visit us with your wife*
*abhi says: uh...yeah*
*phone call ends...abhi wonders about chashmish...she fixed guitar baby, he owes her...but then the very next day she got busy with suresh in his bedroom, didn't she stay home on bahana to do just that? but then why did she go out of her way to fix guitar baby...and if she was up at late hours with the guitar guy, maybe that's why she was tired and sick the next day...waise who is this guitar guy, he sounded kind of young and overly appreciative of the chashmish, he better go to the shop himself next time and make sure no one is chance-maroing at his biwi...his biwi, damn it, now he has to go get her and unsay all those things...and daadi what about daadi...*
*abhi is consternated*
*abhi realizes eventually that chashmish will forgive him and all will be well...he won't even have to say sorry, he'll just indicate he about the guitar bill, and she will understand...now he has to go get her and see about daadi...and make sure that double battery stays the hell away from his house, he'll get a better tutor for bunty and babli*
(...that was supposed to be a drabble :P)
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