BHARADWAJ HOUSE
Simar comes downstairs and walks all over the house.
Sim: (in background) life is so strange how it will take a turn no one knows. Where will it make you stand? No one knows. Time passes very fast. Its 20 years since I have not talked to premji properly. Even we live under one roof. Even after siddhantji and Roli ,left us.
Prem: (In background) people say that one, who goes, never comes back but perhaps I am a lucky person because I got my bro back. With a new relation, with a new attitude, but, with the same name, with the same face, as my son, SIDDHANT.
Sim: there was a time when I started hating the face, the name, but what I will do today my own son, whom I gave birth gets his face, his name, SIDDHANT BHARDWAJ!
Prem: my son is very different from me but he is almost similar to my bro, not only with face but also with his nature and behavior.
Sim: siddhantji is born as my son, people say. And if it's true then I believe my Roli is must be somewhere.
Prem: I know siddhant's Roli too exist somewhere and they would meet one day but for today I wants siddhant to meet his mom's love.
Sim: on one side I am a mom. I love my son. But I am a sis too. I always try to spend my time with siddhant but every time I watch his face he remembers me my past, he was unable to take care of Roli. Because of him only I lost my sis.
Prem: I don't know how to console simar. She blames siddhant for all that but she never understands or don't want to understand that my bro too lost his life!
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Prem walks in to a room he looks at the boy on the bed covering his face with a
blanket. He goes and discloses the curtains of the window sun rays falls on him.
The boy uncovers his face and looks at prem.
Sid: dad!!!!!
Prem: good morning! Come on get up! Get up!
Sid: 2 mins more. (he again covers his face.)
Prem uncovers it
Prem: siddhant! You are getting late. It's time for college. Come on get up.
He drags him up.
Sid: dad! You are so...
Prem: I know I am disgusting, but you get up.
Sid: no no I mean you seem more and more old every day.
Prem: I know that too. You are growing up so I am going older.
Sid: how much I grow up? I don't care. I just wish I could once put my head on mom's lap and sleep peacefully before I die.
Prem: stop it sid! Don't say it again. You deserve mom's love and you will get it one day. Trust me.
Sid: I trust you if you say it will happen then it will.
Sid jumps from the bed and goes.
Prem: I tried my best to be sid's best dad always I am his best friend too. I also always try to give him mother's love but I failed!
OBEROI HOUSE
A plate is thrown in the floor. A servant is standing bowing her head.
Soniya: you useless fellow. I want to eat fish curry and you served me veg curry. How dare you to do this.
A girl comes and says to the servant
Girl: Setu kaka! Give her what she wants. Agar billi machli nahi khayegi to kya khaegi? (if cat will nt eat fish then what will she eat then?)
Soniya: shut up ROLI! Just mind your own business how dare you call me a cat?
Roli: mind your language soniya you are talking to ROLI OBEROI. How dare you insult Setu kaka.
Soniya: you...
Their fathers come so they stop. They sit in the dining table.
Roli: (whispering to her father) the day she creates trouble on the dining table it becomes an unlucky day for me.
Her father laughs.
Roli: I am saying and you are laughing.
Alok Oberoi: ofcourse I will. You both are cousins and you behave as if you both are "sautans".
Roli: han? (With an o face)
Then she too joins him.
Ashok Oberoi (soniya's father): soniya you eat what is served else you will be late.
Soniya: no dad I will eat what I want and that too now.
Roli: k. then, I am going to college. You come after eating.
Soniya: no wait! How can you reach before me? We will go in the same car.
Roli: not a t all! You go with yours and I will with mine. Understand miss cat.
Teasing her, Roli leaves.
ok guys,,,, this much... You can take it as a prologue if you are interested...😃
waiting for all your replies...
love you,
RADHIKA! ❤️😊
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