Chapter 1: Introduction
Marriages in India are always given so much hype that it has so happened that the first thing we associate with when it comes to Indian culture is the wedding ceremony. Abroad marriage is yet another legal formality, but here in this country Marriages are divine...they are made in heaven. No matter where ever you are, however you are or whosever you are...you cannot escape this bond called marriage if you are Indian. Hahaha...yes its true...then why do you think this term Big Fat Indian wedding got its origin.
Let me make myself clear "No Indian has ever and will ever escape Marriage"...So was the case with two lost souls Yuvraj Singh and Amanpreet Seghal in Short Yuvi and Annie...who lived thousands of miles away from the country of celebration - India as complete strangers. Strangers but not for long, hahaha...you guys watch for yourself what happened here...
London:
"What? W-A-R-A-T? What on earth is that now?" asked the 20 year old confused Annie to her daadi in the living room of her house in London. "Haiyya rabba, what do I do with this girl? Le, she does not even know the meaning of Warat. Who will even marry her now?"
"Dadi dadi...please not again to the same old boring topic of marriage." She said standing on the sofa in her living room with a puppy face. This certainly did not go well with daadi, she immediately signalled, "Get down...Get down right now. Girls of these days have no shame and don't even know how to behave with elders. Is this what your mother has taught you in the last fifteen years while I was in India?" She asked.
Annie could clearly sense another typical Indian saas-bahu nok-jhok in her house when she found her mother trying to listen to every bit of what her mother in law had to say from the open kitchen. These women seemed as though they were waiting to pick a fight with the other. Annie suddenly got down from the sofa.
Her mother was almost ready with her counter argument, when Annie spoke, "Okay fine. I agree to anything you say Daadi. Happy?" she asked. Uff...She was at least able to stop another Hindi serial scene from commencing. She was relieved but then her dadi spoke again, "Chalo good. First go wear something Indian, something that can cover you from top to bottom. Look at you, it looks like you are wearing some torn old clothes" she said eyeing Annie's jeans that had slits all over it.
"But?" Annie protested. "What but? Don't tell me your good for nothing mother has not bought you a single Indian dress in so many years." Replied dadi.
This time Annie was of no help. "Ya right. I am good for nothing. I work all day long all alone in the kitchen and I am good for nothing. I at least had Kamala (servant) who used to help me out. But no...Your Ladli beti Paramjeet's servant had to return to India and she took away Kamala also along. And you call me good for nothing? Good for nothing is your daughter Paramjeet." Replied Annie's mom.
"Oh lord, when will these women grow up?" Annie said while the two women continued with their never ending argument in the background. Annie walked to her room to wear something Indian and to also Google what warat meant.
On the other hand...
London University, Basketball court. Alumni (Old Students') Basketball match.
The Alumni Basketball match of this year was something the University eagerly waited for a year, because this time they had their old student and basketball champ Yuvraj Singh to play again another basketball champ Vicky Malhotra. The court was full; everyone possible was present there, right from the present students to the old students. In fact even the Professors of the University did not want to miss it. Lisa once the hot shot cheer leader of the university and currently a top notch model was ready with her team of cheer leaders. It was not really an excitement for anyone to guess who she was supporting in the match. It was obvious she would support Yuvraj's team because he was one of her crushes in college.
Both teams were set for the ultimate battle to begin and with the whistle of the referee the match began with Yuvraj taking the ball first. It was a nail biting match and the audience were kept wondering who the winner would be until the last moment when Yuvraj threw a basket and won it. Both Yuvraj and Vicky played the match as though they were born enemies of each other; however it was a known fact that Vicky and Yuvraj were the best of friends anyone could ever find.
In the Singh Bungalow: (Dining Table)
Abhilash Singh, Yuvraj's father, was a well known business man, his name was very popular in the London Corporate Circle, and however he was not very liked by his only son Yuvraj. Mrs. Mithali Singh, Yuvraj's step mother, was once a top notch model, but after getting married to Abhilash, she quit modelling and now had turned into a socialite. She too was very well known figure in the kitty parties. She had all the style, attitude and poise required to be called the perfect socialite woman. However, one thing she lacked was a bit of love that she never gave to Yuvraj. The Singh family though appeared to be a perfect family to any outsider was filled with hatred. To be frank there really was nothing called a family, because family was one with Love. On the other hand, Singh Bungalow was more of a office where three people met every day on a very formal note. The actual understanding of relationship for them was a obligation one had to fulfil towards the other.
Abhilash: Hey, Mithali. Where is Yuvraj?
Mithali: Hmm... He must be with his friends. Don't worry much about him Mr. Singh. He is grown up now. He can take care of himself. (She said with an assuring smile)
Abhilash: Yes. You are right. That is exactly what I feel. I think it is high time for him to now, start taking responsibilities and get settled in life.
Mithali: May be you are right. I think we should talk to him about getting married. It seems to be a right time.
Abhilash: Yes. We should talk to him about it. Let us talk over it at dinner today.
He said, leaving from there. So did Mithali after she was done with her breakfast. She had to attend fashion show and she surely did not want to miss it.
Locker Room, London University:
Vicky: Shucks Man...If I would just win this match.
Yuvraj: Hahahaha... Not that easy mate. You are competing against Yuvraj after all. (He said teasingly)
Actually, this side of Yuvraj was rarely seen by the world outside. In fact not even in his house. It was only Vicky who Yuvraj would open up with and once before did to his mother who left him all alone in the cruel world when he was only 8 years old. Since then the only relationship he understood was that of a friend which Vicky was. No one could ever take the place in Yuvraj's life.
How would Yuvraj react when his parents would ask him to get married? For that wait for the next update.
, Marriage, Heart Break and Friendship all in one Short Story - My Friend's Fiance"
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