Guys...started writing something but won't have time to finish before the next episode...by which time it might be AU, so posting this now and hopefully will finish later :)
And yes I will eventually post my stuff in the main forum...just figuring out how I want to organize things. 😳
And I haven't figured out how to write Dharam's voice properly...plus my Hindi is not strong...so forgive me for not doing justice to his personality!
Meera stormed into her bedroom, agitated by the awful revelations she'd just heard downstairs.
"Sautan! How dare they!" Restlessly she walked up to the vanity mirror, leaning with her palms against the edge. The sharp pressure of the worn wood helped suppress her need to punch something...anything.
She looked at her reflection, and all the suhaagan ki nishaani she'd so carefully adorned herself with seemed to be mocking her. Sindoor, mangal sutra, a crisp red sari for a new bride...what a joke. All of it was a sham, and she looked like a fool.
Unable to bear the sight of her own face any longer, she looked down at the vanity counter. It was strewn with her own cosmetics, including the crystal kumkum pot Dharamji - dhokebaaz Dharamji! had used at their wedding.
But for the first time, she noticed that there was a bangle stand there too. A cheap, wooden stand with plain whittled pegs and a squat base. It was full of simple glass bangles in rainbow colours, the kind she'd seen her maa and Pari kaki wear around Modi house to fill in the gaps between bolder gold showpieces.
Meera knew that the bangle stand did not belong to her. Picking off one bangle to inspect, she saw that it was way too wide to be worn on her wrist.
Which could only mean...
"Unbelievable!" She tossed the bangle down in disgust, and stared at the rack broodingly. Then, too frustrated to contain herself, she picked it up and turned around to throw it across the room -
- Only to come face to face with Dharamji, who had somehow entered without her noticing.
"Eyy, chokri. No one gave you a license to throw bombs in this house." He plucked the bangle stand from her hand and set it back on the vanity, though a few bangles still clattered to the ground at the sudden motion.
Meera crossed her arms in annoyance and glared at him. "Don't worry, I'm not staying in this house any longer!" she declared. "I just came up to pack."
That was a lie, but she decided then and there that she might as well make it true. What was the point of staying on when the whole plan was derailed by the arrival of Vidya's real saas? Her status in this house was less than nothing now, and there was no chance of achieving the goals she'd come here for.
With that in mind, she started to walk toward the closet, thinking that at least it wouldn't take long to get her things together because she'd hardly had time to unpack.
But before she could take two steps, Dharamji grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
"Let go of me!" she instantly demanded. She tugged at his fingers with her free hand, but he only tightened his grip. Then he stepped close, backing her right against the vanity so she couldn't move.
"You're not going anywhere, madam. We had a deal, and you have to keep your part." His hands settled onto the vanity counter, brushing against her hips.
"The deal is off since you and your precious mother lied to me," Meera snapped. "Meera Modi comes second to no one. I'm not staying in this house as a sautan."
"Maa says one little word and you react like this? You have a lot to learn about being part of this family, chokri. Did you forget our theatre background? You have to play your part in our dramas as well now."
"What are you talking about?" Meera said impatiently. "And I'm not part of this family, I was only here as a plan -"
"You're my wife. Did you forget we did that, the whole ceremony, every ritual? That part wasn't acting. You were there for that."
"How should I know! How should I know what's real and what's pretend with you people? And how can I be your wife, when she's standing downstairs clinging to your son!"
"He's - not my son!"
TO BE CONTINUED...