In Kashmir.
A curvy road.
Neha and Bakul are sitting on the bench beside road.
Bakul:
Madam wapas chalte hai na.
Neha:
Kyun?
Bakul:
Madam aise face to face meeting karke kya milega. Face to face hi karna hai toh video call karte hai na Madam.
Neha:
Nahi, samne dekhke bohot saari baate pata chalegi.
Bakul:
Aree Madam maine suna hai kaafi gusse wali hai woh. Baat baat pe goli chala deti hai. Aur aap toh aap hai, kahi apne koi aisa waisa sawal pucha aur usse gussa aaya toh....aapke saath mera bhi Ram Ram kar degi woh.
Neha:
Ae tumhe inta daar lag raha Mallika se toh chale jao, main khud sambhal lungi.
Bakul:
Daar Mallika ji se nahi Madam...meri biwi se daar lagta hai mujhe! Kahi kabhi chot wot aai na mujhe toh air maregi belan se!
Neha:
(Laughs) Abeyy teri biwi hai mummy? Belan se maregi!!!
Just then a van arrived.
Men with guns came out.
Man1-
Neha Mukherjee?
Neha:
Ji.
Man2:
Ye saath kon hai? Iski baat toh nahi hui!
Neha:
Mera junior hai, saathi hai mera.
Man1:
Theek hai gaadi mein baithiye.
They sit.
Neha:
Waise acche ghar ke lagte ho?
Man1:
Aisa kyun laga apko?
Neha:
Respect deke baat karte ho na issilye.
Man1:
Aurato ki izzat karna Kashmir ke har ghar ka sanskar hai.
Neha:
Acchaa. Toh kya Kashmir ke yeh bhi sanskar hai ki Aurat begunah logo ko marne lage?
Man2:
Gunah toh har koi karta hai. Aapka humse ye sawal, humari ye gaadi chalana ya shayad inn patto ka yu iss tarah girna bhi gunah ho sakta hai par isse bada gunah hota hai galat hone dena.
Neha:
Aur hum log jo galat rokte hai unhe kyun marte ho?
Man2:
Jo apke liye galat woh humare liye sahi aur jo humare liye galat woh apke liye sahi. Lijiye aagye hum.
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Radhe Radhe
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Meherama
FanfictionMallika sets out to take revenge on Asim- a local gangster in Kashmir when a series of bomb blasts separates her from her Love Sumedh.. This is a Romantic story witha twist of revenge.
