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Kabir walked towards the room, his anger increasing at every step. Just three weeks left for his visa to expire and he still didn't manage to become a Bura Damaad. He threw the bedroom door open and found Nisha as annoyed as he was. " I don't have so much time, Sukku. I- Why is it- He has ALREADY received his payment". Kabir watched Nisha pace in a tight line near the window, unaware of his presence in the room. " I want a definite date. By evening", said Nisha threatening before she threw her mobile on the bed. " What's happening, Nishu?, asked Kabir, mystified. Nisha startled and then looked away. "Freshen up, Kabir. And fast. We don't want to be late for the shop." Nishu was hiding something from him, that was clear, thought Kabir. He inwardly sighed. He had never known as many troublemakers in his whole life as he now did in this short stay in India. Sumit at shop, Rupan Taiji at Nishu's home and Viraj here. Everyday a new problem knocked at their door and Nishu seemed to be entertaining the newest one. All by herself. As usual. Nishu went to any lengths to protect whom she considered her own. Kabir knew he was one of them.
"Mr. Fakir", rang out Viraj's voice from the door. Ouch! That hurt. Viraj couldn't have known but Kabir was facing a severe cash crunch. His stipend had turned to smoke what with the additional expenses of Bunty's fees, bribing a clerk in an MNC to ensure Dolly's name in an interview round and what not. Kabir turned around infuriated. "Kabir", he corrected through clenched teeth. Kabir felt a similar sinking sensation in his stomach. Time for the second problem of the day. Five more before the day was done was the norm. Saving the shop from the scheming Sumit, saving Nishu from her Taiji's barbed comments and Viraj's unnecessary concern ate away most of his day. No wonder he didn't get any time to think on how to further his Bura Damaad act. "I am not your servant to be collecting couriers for you", continued Viraj while tossing some envelopes on the table. " By the way, how many days do I have to wait before you pay up for the vase?". Kabir cursed Sumit from the bottom of his heart. That wretched Sumit had turned the whole house upside down searching for that stupid contract. In process, he had broken a totally ugly vase which as per Viraj was an antique costing 200000 rupees. "Viraj," started Nisha, who had considerably mellowed down towards Viraj after Dadji's death and him saving his life," that vase was-".
Kabir could no longer hear what Nisha was saying. He watched the slight smile playing on Viraj's face as Nishu spoke to him. Kabir couldn't figure out why Viraj behaved with such hostility towards him. He had noticed that he was the only person who got such special treatment from Viraj. Hostility and an imminent dislike. Otherwise, there was not a single person he could name who interacted with Viraj and didn't sing his praises. Such a humble royal family member, so generous, kind and respectful was the stuff of fairy tales. But when it came to him, Viraj would rank even his totally twisted, evil Buaji higher. Nishu had told him about Viraj's family. Whatever little she knew about it. Kabir smiled wryly. His Mom deserved a son like Viraj and not him. Viraj wouldn't have lied to his Mother. He wouldn't have taken her most precious belonging and lost it. He wouldn't have married without his mothers blessing especially considering the pains she had taken to singlehandedly bring him up. Suddenly, Kabir could no longer bear Viraj's presence in their room.
"Mr. Rathore, if you don't like being the delivery man, you could LEAVE this house. As only two rooms in this house are rented by us, I see NO reason for either my wifey or me answering the door. As for that hideous vase, prove that I broke it, then and ONLY then will you be compensated for it. Now OUT. OUT of this room.", yelled Kabir. " Miss Nisha,-". "MRS. Nisha",amended Kabir without thinking. Realising what he had just said, what it had meant saying it to the person he had, Kabir watched for Nishu's reaction. He owned her an apology. Nisha stared at Kabir with her jaw open, took some time to get control of herself and then couldn't stop herself from smiling. This was the first time he had ever in so many words staked a claim on her. "Well, you have heard my hubby, Viraj. Please leave."
Nisha turned to Kabir once Viraj left. "Relax, Kabir. Relax." Kabir's anger had evaporated on seeing Nishu's smile. He wondered if she knew that her smile could make a guys heart stop. Even if that guy didn't believe in all this - love, romance and all such dreamy things. Na. Nishu never noticed any good things about yourself. "I shouldn't have spoken like that, Nishu." "No, you shouldn't have." "I am sorry,Nishu. I am so so-." Nisha placed her hand on Kabir's shoulder. "Like Papa says, Kabir, everyone makes mistakes. It's okay." Kabir nodded. "Why were you shouting at Sirf Sukku-. Nisha shot him a look. Kabir cleared his throat and continued, " I mean, my handsome brother in law Sukku in the morning?". Nisha looked away.
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"Mr. Fakir", rang out Viraj's voice from the door. Ouch! That hurt. Viraj couldn't have known but Kabir was facing a severe cash crunch. His stipend had turned to smoke what with the additional expenses of Bunty's fees, bribing a clerk in an MNC to ensure Dolly's name in an interview round and what not. Kabir turned around infuriated. "Kabir", he corrected through clenched teeth. Kabir felt a similar sinking sensation in his stomach. Time for the second problem of the day. Five more before the day was done was the norm. Saving the shop from the scheming Sumit, saving Nishu from her Taiji's barbed comments and Viraj's unnecessary concern ate away most of his day. No wonder he didn't get any time to think on how to further his Bura Damaad act. "I am not your servant to be collecting couriers for you", continued Viraj while tossing some envelopes on the table. " By the way, how many days do I have to wait before you pay up for the vase?". Kabir cursed Sumit from the bottom of his heart. That wretched Sumit had turned the whole house upside down searching for that stupid contract. In process, he had broken a totally ugly vase which as per Viraj was an antique costing 200000 rupees. "Viraj," started Nisha, who had considerably mellowed down towards Viraj after Dadji's death and him saving his life," that vase was-".
Kabir could no longer hear what Nisha was saying. He watched the slight smile playing on Viraj's face as Nishu spoke to him. Kabir couldn't figure out why Viraj behaved with such hostility towards him. He had noticed that he was the only person who got such special treatment from Viraj. Hostility and an imminent dislike. Otherwise, there was not a single person he could name who interacted with Viraj and didn't sing his praises. Such a humble royal family member, so generous, kind and respectful was the stuff of fairy tales. But when it came to him, Viraj would rank even his totally twisted, evil Buaji higher. Nishu had told him about Viraj's family. Whatever little she knew about it. Kabir smiled wryly. His Mom deserved a son like Viraj and not him. Viraj wouldn't have lied to his Mother. He wouldn't have taken her most precious belonging and lost it. He wouldn't have married without his mothers blessing especially considering the pains she had taken to singlehandedly bring him up. Suddenly, Kabir could no longer bear Viraj's presence in their room.
"Mr. Rathore, if you don't like being the delivery man, you could LEAVE this house. As only two rooms in this house are rented by us, I see NO reason for either my wifey or me answering the door. As for that hideous vase, prove that I broke it, then and ONLY then will you be compensated for it. Now OUT. OUT of this room.", yelled Kabir. " Miss Nisha,-". "MRS. Nisha",amended Kabir without thinking. Realising what he had just said, what it had meant saying it to the person he had, Kabir watched for Nishu's reaction. He owned her an apology. Nisha stared at Kabir with her jaw open, took some time to get control of herself and then couldn't stop herself from smiling. This was the first time he had ever in so many words staked a claim on her. "Well, you have heard my hubby, Viraj. Please leave."
Nisha turned to Kabir once Viraj left. "Relax, Kabir. Relax." Kabir's anger had evaporated on seeing Nishu's smile. He wondered if she knew that her smile could make a guys heart stop. Even if that guy didn't believe in all this - love, romance and all such dreamy things. Na. Nishu never noticed any good things about yourself. "I shouldn't have spoken like that, Nishu." "No, you shouldn't have." "I am sorry,Nishu. I am so so-." Nisha placed her hand on Kabir's shoulder. "Like Papa says, Kabir, everyone makes mistakes. It's okay." Kabir nodded. "Why were you shouting at Sirf Sukku-. Nisha shot him a look. Kabir cleared his throat and continued, " I mean, my handsome brother in law Sukku in the morning?". Nisha looked away.
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