No proofreading so there might be mistakes. Please feel free to point them out.
Kritika's pov
"Kittu..... Look at this saree. How's it?" Mumma asked me showing the beige colour saree from the heap of designer clothes. It was beautiful but there was heavy mirror work on it.
We ladies were sitting in an expensive showroom right now. And these ladies includes.... me, Mumma, Mom... means my mother in law, Kaki sa, Bua dadi, Amrita and Diya's Mom. Accompanied by Diya's Bua as this showroom belongs to her son.
Mens were sitting behind us having their man to man talks. Anshika and Bhaiyu didn't tagged along as they had a formal lunch to attend at Bhaiyu's colleague's house.
"Hmmm..... Nice..... But.... it wooks ( looks ) heavy." I replied munching on my samosa while tracing the saree with my free hand.
( Smack )
"Samosa rakh pehle niche. Itni mehngi saree hai, agar daag lag gaya toh." Mumma grumbled slapping my hand which was on saree.
( Place the samosa down first. Such an expensive saree this is, what if it gets stained? )
"Jane dijiye na Anita ji. Bacchi hai..." Mom chided trying to save me from the woman who gave birth to me. But only if she knew, while trying to save her daughter in law she evoked Mumma's hidden mother india.
( Let it the child be Anita ji. )
"Kalyani ji.... Aap to atleast iski side mat lijiye. Papa to hai hi iske, ise bigadne ke liye." And here started my own very mother India's lecture.
( Kalyani ji...... Atleast you don't take her side. Her father is already enough to spoil her. )
"Koi baat nhi Anita ji...... saree hi to hai." Mom said passing a small smile to Mumma.
( It's okay Anita ji. That's just a saree. )
Mumma was about to retort but before that we heard someone interfering.
"Aur nhi to kya Anita ji.... Saree hi to hai. Vo bhi sirf 30000 ki. Aap chinta mat kijiye. Bill hum bhar denge. Samajh lijiyega..... Diya ki taraf se gift hai...... Apni jethani ke liye."
( Exactly Anita ji....... It's just a Saree. That too of only Rs 30000. Don't worry. We will pay the bill. You can take it as a gift from Diya....... To her sister in law. )
It was Diya's Bua...... Kiran Devi...... Whose son owns this showroom. She gave us a sickly sweet smile which is anything but sweet. She's filled with arrogance just because her brother is MLA and she's married off in a wealthy family.
Apparently, she found it hard to digest that her niece will be ordered around by a middle class girl at her in law's. The stink eyes she kept on passing to me and Mumma is just compelling me to break her jaw.
So what if she's rich than us, that still doesn't give her right to look down at us.
"Kyu.... tu beend se uski?" Bua dadi's loud voice echoed in the room.
( Why...... Are you her husband? )
"Ji???" Kiran Devi grew confused at the glare directed to her by Bua dadi.
( What? )
"Tanne shaadi ki hai ke isse?" She frankly shooked her head in denial at Bua dadi's harsh voice.
YOU ARE READING
His Little Monster
Humor"Tumhe maafi mangne par majbur na kr diya to mera naam bhi Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore nhi." "Aur agar usi the great Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore ko main ghutno par na le aayi to mera nam bhi Kritika nhi." ************************ "Tum to sirf ghutno p...
