A week later, Moga, Virk house
"Come on yaar, Sweety," Jasmine pouted, "we have to go to that sale...I know. I know, that I shopped a lot yesterday but I need all the clothes I can get before leaving for Kaneda." She was merrily busy in her world, as she scoured her clothes to find her outfit of the day. She shook her head and added, "No, the visa is not here yet, but it will come. And when it does, I am going to fly away on the very next flight...Ha, accha I will go get ready."
"Didi, she will make our Fateh a pauper," Nimmo whispered to Gurpreet as the duo observed Jasmine through the glass door.
"Nimmo!" Gurpreet scolded her.
"Aree, I am just stating the truth didi. The academy is under debt, Fateh needs to repay about one and a half crore to the suppliers and here she is spending his money needlessly," Nimmo replied.
"What can I do?" she sighed helplessly, "My son chose such a girl for himself, who doesn't care about anyone but herself." She saw Jasmine switching between several salwars and lamented in disdain, "It's been two weeks, and this girl hasn't entered the kitchen once. Tejo used to finish cooking breakfast and lunch before leaving for college, and look at her."
Jasmine turned around to see Gurpreet and Nimmo standing there. She smiled at them, just as she was about to talk the two gave her an evil eye and walked away. Twisting the dupatta in anger she gritted her teeth, "Ek baar dhang se bole toh jaan chali jaye inki! Because of Tejo, no one likes me here. She left after turning everyone against me!" She exhaled and muttered to herself, "Let it be Jassu. Anyway, you don't have to handle them for long. Once the visa comes, you will be away from these people." She smiled at the thought of going to Canada and went to change.
In the garden
Nimmo noticed Jasmine leave from the balcony as she helped Gurpreet hang the clothes, "Lo chali gayi maharani."
Gurpreet sighed, "Nimmo, leave it. My head hurts just thinking about her."
"Bechari app," she said, "you have to handle such a daughter-in-law. You had a dutiful one and now your son got you lazy hog."
"Nimmo!"
"Am I wrong didi? Even if Tejo wasn't our choice, she at least made our work easy, and look at her," Nimmor defended, " You are busy working and she is off to wander around and drain Fateh's account."
"Then what should I do!" Gurpreet exclaimed in frustration, "Do I have any control over anyone?!" She already was disturbed by Fateh's marriage to Jasmine, even making sure he won't leave her didn't calm her down. She couldn't help but feel that her son will suffer in this marriage. However, she couldn't do anything. They were married, and Fateh had had a divorce before hence now divorce was out of the picture.
With a heavy heart, she picked up the bucket and started walking away, with Nimmo behind her. As she was walking she remember Nimmo's words and her heart pounded.
She will make our Fateh a pauper.
Busy in her thoughts, she did not pay attention and her leg slipped. "AH!" she groaned and fell down the stairs.
"Didi," Nimmo screamed and rushed down. She held Gurpreet and exclaimed when she saw her bleeding head, "Hay raba. Simran, Mahi, Beeji, Bauji! Come quickly! Didi fell!"
Hospital
Fateh rushed towards the receptionist, and anxiously asked, "Gurpreet Virk?"
"Sir, she is in room number 216," he replied.
"Can you please show me the way?" he requested. The receptionist nodded and asked a ward boy to guide him. As soon as he entered the room he heard his father scold his mother.
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Treasurer of My Sparkle
Fanfic"Tejo puttar, you have to promise me," Khushbeer spoke, "you will get married before Fateh and Jasmine's marriage else even their marriage won't happen." Tejo stumbled back, studying the man she perceived as her father, "Papaji..." "No puttar, you...
