MG FF: Shayad Yehi To Pyaar Hai...(updated part 14/pg 75/sep 6)

Somewhere in Delhi, a very posh locality, a man of very high reputation in looks as well as in class, or rather say an arrogant, stern, firm, sexy, angry young man, topmost in the business world, was screaming on his servants as his coffee was not up to the mark and the poor servants were shivering like hell. He was shooting daggers at his servants, "What the hell is this? Is this you call a coffee...bloody shit." The servants were praying for their life. They were sure of one thing that today their job was gone and may be their life too. They were praying to God to send someone to rescue them from this demonic man. An elderly yet elegant lady came hearing the scream or rather say the roaring of her loving grandson. Savitri Singh Khurana (Dadima) "Maan what happeneend? Why are you screaming like hell?". Maan (angrily) "Dadima I think you should ask them for my so-called screaming...It is only because of you they have, nowadays, become so lazy and good for nothing". Dadima sighed at her grandson's words and gave him a look that YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE. Dadima "At least tell me what happened?", Maan replied with same anger rippled voice "this coffee...it tastes like hell". Dadima "Maan what's the big deal in this, you could have asked for another one...you already know there are much more important works lying ahead than this...", Maan's anger doubled hearing this as how can other thing be more important than him and his work for his Dadima. Maan (sneered angrily) "And would you please enlighten me what's much more important than this", Dadima as usual smiled sweetly, "you know Maan...YOUR MARRIAGE WITH NIMISHA..."

Maan twisted his brows, "so...are you trying to say that just because of this marriage everybody's going to ignore my work?". Dadima smiled at him, "Not at all my dear grandson. I am just saying that you are getting married in few days so you should give some rest to your anger". Maan narrowed his eyes in anger and says sarcastically, "Dadima as far as I know I didn't say that I will change myself after getting married". Dadima sighed that he would never change. She wanted her grandson to change a little bit as she wanted him to enjoy life. Dadima says, "Maan I know tumne aisa kuch nahi kaha tha par beta you are getting married, a new life is awaiting for you at least enjoy it a bit". Maan sighed at his Dadima's plea. He looked away, "Dadima please...I don't want to discuss again and again on the same topic". Dadima moved towards him, "Maan pehle baat kuch or thi par ab baat kuch or hai. Ab aapki shaadi hone wali hai, ek nayi zindagi aapke sath judne wali hai. Beta har ladki ke apni shaadi ko lekar bahut sapne hote hai, aapko Nimisha ke baare me bhi sochna chahiye". Maan turned to his Dadima, "Dadima she is not a kid jo me har time uske bare me sochta rahu. I have other important works as well. And that is the reason why I wanted to marry an educated and working girl jo mujhe in stupid cheezo ke liye pareshan na kare. Or rahi baat sapne hone ki to ye baat aap bhi janti hai ki I have given my credit card to Nimisha. Wo shaadi ke liye jitni bhi shopping karna chahti hai kar sakti hai". He gave a final look to Dadima and went away. Dadima looked at him helplessly. She became sad at Maan's perspective. She knew that this money and fame are all superficial, they cannot provide real happiness. She prayed to God, "Babaji hum apne pote ko khush dekhna chahte hai, par unhe to khushi ka matlab hi nahi pata. Please Babaji hamare pote ki zindagi me bhi wo khushi ka pal la dijiye".

On the other side, in a mediocre house in Delhi, at night, a girl is standing at her window and sobbing looking at the moon. Her eyes are moist; she is looking at the moon as if asking him to take her there with him away from this world. Geet says to herself with tears, "Babaji maine aisa kya kiya hai jo mujhse sab itna nafrat karte hai. Babaji me to saara kaam achhe se karti hu na fir bhi aunty mujhe kyu maarti hai..." Tears flowed from her eyes as she is scared of tomorrow, "Babaji kal fir se Brij bhaiya ke dost ghar par aa rahe hai. Bhaiya har baar ki tarah mujhse hi kahege unhe khana dene ke liye", cried bitterly and helplessly and says with choked voice, "Babaji wo log bahut bure hai, mujhe bilkul bhi achha nai lagta jab wo mujhe haath lagate hai. Mujhe bahut darr lagta hai unse". She is weeping bitterly at her fate.

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