The Strange Marriage Reloaded 3 ✅

Episode 9

Sidharth: Shehnaaz, this way.

He opens the door of an unknown car.

Shehnaaz: (surprised) Whose car is this Sidharth?

Sidharth: It's my friend Ajay's friend's car. I met him all of a sudden when I went out today for sometime. He was going out of India for few months so he didn't wanted to leave his car unused or unattended. He asked me to look after it and use it until then. He trusted Ajay but since Ajay is no more and I am Ajay's close friend, he chose to leave it with me.

Shehnaaz: Wow! So do you know to drive?

Sidharth: Yes, Ajay was a mechanic and even I worked as mechanic for few months.

Shehnaaz: .. and you have a licence?

Sidharth: Yes I do.

Shehnaaz: May I see your licence?

Sidharth was nervous.

Oh God! I covered up with my movie character's story to hide the truth that it is actually my car but if she checks my photo on licence, she would never want to see me again. I ought to divert the topic.

Sidharth: Aa.. I think we should start now, I don't want to be late for our dat.. dinner. (Oops!! Sidharth control yourself)

Shehnaaz: Hmm.. Yeah, I am hungry as well. Let's go!

Sidharth: Yes Ma'am. (Sighs in relief)

He smiles and starts the car. She silently watched outside the window glass for the next 5 minutes. Her mind was still rewinding and repeating the taunts of people who spoke ill about her character. She then thought about Sidharth and how he took stand for her despite being depressed in his own life. She wanted to help him out of his depression.

Sidharth: Shehnaaz, why are you so quiet? Talk something.

Shehnaaz: Hmm.. Do you sing?

Sidharth: Huh? No!! Unless you want me to compete with the donkeys. But you know what? I am a big fan of your singing. Your early morning practice is so soothing and euphonic. I tend to forget myself and my existence.

Shehnaaz: Really? Do you feel good when I sing? (Her eyes shined)

Sidharth: Yes, I love it. Can you sing something for me now?

Shehnaaz: Anything to keep you happy.

He felt emotional hearing that she could do anything to keep him happy. She pondered for a while and cleared her throat. She starts singing.

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila de...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja de...

Tuu her ghari her waqat meray sath raha hai...
Haan yeh jism kabhi door kabhi paas raha hai...

Jo bhi gham hain yeh teray unhain tu mera pata de...

Kuch is tarah teri palkain meri palkoon say mila de...
Aanso teray saaray meri palkoon pay saja de...