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Prashant Dubey has been calling Scindia house for days, refusing to say a word until HE picks up the phone.
On that fated day when when THE Yash Scindia answers the land line:
Prashant: *ragged breathing*
Yash: Hello? Hello...ARPITA?! 😲😳
Prashant: You mean Aarti?
Yash: Damn! Fine. May I know who is speaking?
Prashant: Prashant Dubey. Aarti's first husband and her one true love. 😈
Yash: What?! This is so unfair!
Prashant: I know...Aarti married you but she still loves m---
Yash: How come Aartiji gets calls from her dead spouse and all I get are hallucinations?
Prashant: That would be because I am not dead, you lump..and I thought you were dumb for marrying Aarti. 😕
Yash: Not dead?
Prashant: Not in the literal sense, no. But my mom does like to play make believe and she got carried away and made Aarti believe I was technically dead so she wouldn't have to tell you about me.
Yash: That seems awfully complicated. 🤔
Prashant: Tell me about it! Women, eh? But then I realised I could use it as blackmail so it's all good.
Yash: Nice one! So let me get this straight. Your ex-wife led me to believe you were dead, then believed it herself and now she is my wife, Arpita, but is still in love with you?
Prashant: You mean Aarti?
Yash: No, Arpita.
Prashant: Who is Arpita?
Yash: My wife.
Prashant: You mean, Aarti!
Yash: No, Arpita.
Prashant: Is this or is this not Yash Scindia?
Yash: It is he.
Prashant: Are you or are you not married to my sloppy seconds, Aarti Dubey?
Yash: Yes! She has all the qualities of a great mother and bahu, but she does not need to be a wife! I can never give her AKJ!
Prashant: That's nice but can you give her obscene amounts of money so she can pay me handsomely whenever I threaten to out her to your family?
Yash: Shouldn't be a problem; she has the combination to my safe...my anniversary...😍...which reminds me of the time Arpita and I did something utterly mundane and I realised she was an angel fallen from heaven to grace my life with her utter perfection...and nobody on this cursed earth can ever be her equal---COME BACK TO ME, ARPITA!!!
Prashant: Dude, was she super-hot? 😎
Yash: She was a paragon of divine beauty, but more importantly, she ironed my shirts just right. 😳 NOBODY CAN EVER TAKE HER PLACE AT THE IRON TABLE! 😭
Prashant: Chill, buddy! It's all for the best; you would have gotten bored in a month or two anyway!
Yash: Perish the thought! One never tires of double-ironed shirts! AARRPITAAA!!! 😭
Aarti (from a distance): Yashuuu... come watch me feed Palak milk from my own sagi hands!
Prashant: Listen man, would it be cool if we kept this conversation to ourselves? I think Aarti would give me a lot more money if she was worried about you finding out than the rest of your family...something about you being a good person and hating lies...I try not to listen when she goes on and on about truth and love. I mean, what next, Santa Claus?
Yash: I hated her taking AKJ too, but did anyone care? NO. Only the real Arpita ever cared.😭
Prashant: So this conversation never happened?
Yash: I only ever remember conversations I had with Arpita, because nothing can be as perfect.
Prashant: Great talking to you bud! I'll see you in court when my parents die.
Yash: Arpita died. 😭 I courted her for three months.
Prashant: I know how that is, you spend three months on a chick and then she dies on you...or she turns out to be boring.
Yash: I feel like you really understand. Thank you.
Prashant: Kbye, dude. *click*
Yash: I will NEVER say goodbye...to Arpita! 😕