two stories of marriage

chapter 1

the sound of guitar strumming was erupting the household. It came to an end though, as soon as a pile of clothes was thrown at the girl playing it,
'mom! Wth!' she yelled in reaction.
'kya? Kapde hai yeh, jinhe tai karna hota hai, inhe dhone ke baad, jaise bartan bhi dhoye jaate hain, aur yeh saare kaam iss ghar mein tumhare hisaab se toh jadoo se ho jate hain, tabhi toh contribute karna hi nahi hota hai! Haina, purvi?'
purvi rolled her eyes in frustration as she thought, 'phir shuru ho gayi!'
'bas guitar bajwalo, pure din tv ke paas bethalo, jahan zor-zor se chudailon ki tarah hasna hai...' she continued as purvi wondered,
'wow, that's new.' She thought looking at her mother.
'yeh kya ghor rahi ho mujhe? Aise ghorte hai maa ko? Sharmon – haaya ke saath-saath tameez bhi mar gayi hai kya? Purvi, tumhe yeh funny lag raha hai?'
'funny? Arre kya keh rahi ho mata shree, apni namaqooli par main kaise has sakti hoon?'
'zyada smart banne ki koshish mat karo, maa hoon tumhari..'
'maine kab mana kiya, aap toh beeest maaa ho.' Said purvi as she lovingly put her arm around her mother, who only glared at her in disbelief.
'isiliye toh aapne mujhe aaj varsha ki shaadi mein jaane ki permission de thi, ab main zara late ho rahi ho, toh nikalti ho, thik hai.' She said as she left the room and was about to reach the exit door when her mother interrupted, 'arre, yeh varsha hai kaun!'
'byeeee mom!' said purvi as she left, giggling to herself thinking about this whole incident, while her mother just shook her head in disbelief, 'yeh, ladki!'

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'di kahan ho yaar aap?' said purvi as she called in the corner of the hall where the wedding was taking place.
'arre, purvi nikalne ka koi chance nahi abhi toh, deadline kal ki hi hai, aur yeh design ab tak approve hi nahi ho raha hai.'
'yaar ek graphic design approve karna hai, parliament bill isse jaldi pass ho jaate hain.' Purvi complained
'purvi, apna mood mat kharab kar, you go enjoy yourself na.'
'acha jaldi aane ki koshish karna.'
'ok baba.' She said as she was about to hang up when her name was called, 'ishita, kavita mam bula rahi hain.'
'ok, main aati hoon. Dekh aageya bulawa, chal bye' said ishita as she hung up and walked up to her boss' cabin.
'may i come in?' she said as she knocked. She was signalled by kavita to take a seat, which she did, as kavita continued,
'yaar maine tujhe kabhi bataya hai ki you are my best employee.'
remarked kavita.
'exactly toh nahi, par haan alag variations mein.'
'free mein hi itni der betha liya tumhe, aisa toh kabhi hua nahi hai mujhe tumhara kaam pasand naa aya ho. Agar mujhe iss hi rate pe apne bache pasand hote na, toh ghar se itna khauf na hota by god!' kavita finished as ishita smiled lightly.
'chalo, tumhe jaana than a woh shaadi mein, jao tum!'
'are you sure?'
'haan, haan! Sab sahi hai!'
ishita shrugged her shoulders as she took her word and left.
'purvi ki baduaa ke baad bhagwaan badi jaldi react karta hai!' ishita thought as she packed up and left.

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The clock had struck 11:30 pm, ishita and purvi stood in front an unhappy mother, sick of the fact that they were this late.

'come on, mom, hum toh dulhan ke aane se bhi pehle aa gaye hain, ab isse kitna jaldi karte.' Ishita explained trying to calm her mother down.

'beta tumhe maine iske saath isiliye bheja tha ki itni late aane ki naubat naa ayein, you are the responsible one, ishu!' their mom complaint.

'yaar mujhe sunaye bina toh aapka khaana digest nahi hota hai that's pretty clear, di ke peeche kyun pad gayi ho? Thik toh keh rahi hai woh...' purvi said as she received a glare from ishita.

'mom, iska woh matlab nahi tha, hum nikal gaye the time pe, but itna door tha banquet hall...ab time lageya na..' said ishita, trying to manage the situation.
'agar tum keh rahi ho, toh aaj maa kiya maine, par agli baar, i will not entertain all of this.' She declared, while ishita just sighed in relief , purvi just got more pissed off at her mother, 'boy is she weird!' she thought.

'main baat kar rahi thi na, kyun interrupt kiya?' said ishita as they got a moment of privact in their room.
'arre, main toh bas...'

'pata toh hai tumhein mummy ka..kyun faltu mein unka gussa badana?'

'faltu ka hi hota hai unka gussa, batao dhai-bhale bhi nahi khaa payi inke continous phone calls ke kaaran.'

'mom ko toh humara shaadi mein jaana bhi kisi ISIS ke mission se zyada dangerous hi lagta hai..' ishita said in annoyance, surprising purvi, 'kya baat hai, aaj tum bhi mummy ki buraai kar rahi ho?'

'haan, main toh bas tum dono ke beech diplomacy rakhne ke liye toh hoon...'

'aisa toh nahi hai.'

ishita just smiled at that comment, 'tu yeh sab chod, fresh ho ja, phir soote hain, i'm exhausted.' She continued as purvi nodded, who too, could really use some sleep.