Vodka on the rocks

Part - 1

Pallavi threw the cushion on Nikhil's grinning face with all her might! The cushion went and rebounded from his face comically to fall on Farhad's lap upsetting his bowl of popcorn setting off Amrutha and Milind into a fit of giggles. 

Farhad made a sad face and whined to his beloved sister in law. 

"Kya Bhabi.. aapne sara popcorn gira diya.. ab phirse lana padega.."

Pallavi gave her equally beloved brother in law a sheepish apologetic face. 

"Sorry Farhad.. main to Nikhil pe fenki thi.."

"Isliye kehta hain ki Saree Ka Dukaan se hamesha duss haath ki duri banake rakneka sabko..jab Jhansi Ka Rani ke mode mein aa jata hain toh aas paas ka koi nazar nhi rehta.. no consideration for the ensuing collateral damage."

Pallavi glared at her chortling husband as Raghav gave her a smug smirk and settled comfortably beside her, putting an arm listlessly along the edge of the headrest of the couch behind her. His wife was having none of it as she literally pushed him away from leaning into her. Raghav was having none of it too as he just pulled her casually against him, resisting her struggles like she was nothing but a feather hitting him. 

"Oh ho! Inka jab dekho chalu ho jata hain.. main kya kehta hain Vijayji aap Pallavi ko apna saath leke jaon kuch din.. tab shayad thoda shanti milega sabko.."

Jaya began mischievously knowing fully well what would follow. As expected both Pallavi and Raghav straightened up like a twang of a bow, faces ashen in horror, as if their mother had suggested Vijay to carve some of their flesh out with a scythe. 

"NO!"

"NO!"

They both almost yelled together making the rest of the Deshmukhs and Raos burst into peals of laughter making our poor duo blush furiously like the insides of fresh watermelons. 

Vijay brushed the tears of mirth along his eyes and replied heartily to Jaya, keeping his own arm around his still chuckling wife's back. 

"Ye inka accha hain Jayaji.. paas rahe toh dono ka twenty four seven jung chalta hain, par dur jaane ki baat aaye toh phir dono bin jal machli, nitya bin bijli ban jaatein hain..kamal hain."

"Kamal nhi hain Vijay kaka.. pyaar mohabbat ishq.. kehte hain isse... aisi hi thodi na salein sahab aur bhabi jaan ko tota maina naam diya hain maine."

Sunny sniggered from beside his wife earning a murderous look from Raghav while his wife was busy hiding her flaming red face inside her husband's chest somehow trying to escape their family's good natured ribbing. 

"Lgta hain, tum sab mera Don version ko kuch zyada hi miss kar raha hain.. repeat telecast chahiye kya Jijaji?"

Raghav gave Sunny a creepy smile making the latter almost jump into Keerti's lap in fright. 

"Accha accha bohot hua! Ab shuru karein hum pleaseeeeee! Mujhe toh bohot excitement ho rahi hain. Didi aur Jiju ki kahani itni atrnagi hain na..."

Krishna almost squealed calling a seize fire as the Deshmukhs and the Raos settled finally, in the three couches which had been pulled in a semi circular way around the massive eighty four inch tv screen, the centre table in front of them was laid out with snacks and drinks. 

"Yessss! Let's start. I will do the honours.. because..well.. I am Farhad."

Farhad said cheekily earning a slew of muffled giggles from his audience and switched on the tv with the remote and the first few montages blew onto the screen amidst a few cheers from the more eager and younger members of the audience.