A fictional story on what would happen if Palki never gets married to Rajveer and gets married to Shaurya instead.
(No intention of hurting #Palveer fans....as I am one of them. This is just my imagination so please read it like that.)
Scene starts in Shalki's room, Shaurya and Palki were lying in each other's arms....hugging each other. Palki: Shaurya......tum mujhse kitna pyaar karte ho yeh toh tumne mujhe dikha diya uss Rajveer ko mandap se hata kar khud mujhse shaadi karke......par ab agar vo Rajveer firse aaya mere paas toh main kya karungi? Main tumhe khona nahi chahti.... Shaurya didn't said anything because he was lost in some thought of his own. Palki jerked Shaurya and repeated the question. Palki: Waise tum kya soch rahe the? Shaurya: Palki....I don't know why but I am feeling ki maine kuch bohot galat kiya hain. Palki: Don't be stupid Shaurya......Rajveer deserved it. Jab use pata tha ki tum mujhse pyaar karte ho then how dare he? Shaurya: Jo bhi ho.....humein use directly sach bata dena chahiye tha. Jitna main use jaanta hoon usse I think ki vo samajh jaata humari baat. Aise mandap mein uska dil todna.....it was not right. Palki(cupping Shaurya's face): You are just overthinking dear.......tum kuch zyada hi sensitive ho. Ek kaam karti hoon main na tumhare liye tumhare favorite noodles bana kar laati hoon......fir hum dono enjoy karenge vo. Saying this Palki kissed Shaurya's cheek but he didn't react. Palki left.
Scene shifts to Rajveer's house. Rajveer found himself sleeping on the floor when he woke up. He remebered how he fell down from the sofa but he was so tired and in deep sleep that he didn't even cared to get back to the sofa. The cold floor became his relief 😌 during his sleep in these hot summer nights.
"Ahhhh!!!!"screamed someone from the hall. Hearing the scream....Rajveer woke up with a jerk and throwing his blanket aside he ran to the hall only to see an unusual sight.
There stood Divya on the sofa in the hall with a broom in her hand. Rajveer: Kya hua? Aise chilla kyun rahi hain? Divya: Vo.....vo....(pointing towards Rajveer's feet)....tere paeron ke paas jo table hain uske neeche...... Rajveer: Kya hain uske neeche? Divya: Chhhh...chhhhhh.....Chip...Chipkali.... Rajveer: Tu iss wajah se chilla rahi thi? Divya: Hhnnn.....kk...kyun? Aur tu mujhse sawaal kyun pooch raha hain? Jaldi bhaga uss chipkali ko waha se. Rajveer sighed irriated and then threw the lizard out. Rajveer: Ab utar neeche......ya poora din wahi khadi rahegi? Aur yeh jhadu se kya kar rahi thi? Divya: Hehe 😅....vo na main......main na.....main na....Rajveer.....mujhse na.... Rajveer: Dekh....jo bolna hain saaf saaf bol....mere paas poora din nahi hain. Office bhi jaana hain. Divya: Dekh...aisa ho sakta hain ki yeh jaan ne ke baad tu mujhse mera breakfast ka haq cheen le aaj ke liye lekin batana toh parega hi. Rajveer: Kya bole jaa rahi hain? Divya: Maine na......ek flower pot tod diya.... Rajveer slapped his forehead. Divya: Sorry....vo na maine socha ki main tere uthne se pehle saaf safai kar doon aur usi dauran mere haath se toot gaya vo. Rajveer(sighing): Koi nahi.....rakh de yeh jhadu aur ainda se na....yeh meherbaani karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hain. Divya(with a smile): Matlab mujhe kaam karne ki zaroorat nahi hain? Rajveer: Nahi meri Maa...ab chal.....tere liye college dhoondte hain. Divya(with a smile): Haan haan...chal na.... Divya came to Rajveer's room and sat down on the bed. Rajveer: Bata tujhe kya karna hain. Divya: Padhna hain yaar..... Rajveer(sighing): Mera matlab hain ki...kis subject ko le kar padhna chahti hain. Divya: Psychology.....mera favourite subject hain vo. Rajveer(mumbling): Yeh toh hona hi tha.....phsycatrist ki zaroorat tujhe toh khaas karke hain. Divya: Kya bar bar kar raha hain? Rajveer: Nahi...kuch nahi.....baith yaha...main karwa deta hoon admission. Rajveer: Yaha par 5 colleges hain.....kaunse mein jaana hain? Divya: Jisne mein kam fees ho.... Rajveer: Uski chinta tu mat kar......tu bas bata kaunse college mein jaana hain tujhe. Divya selected a college. Rajveer: Yeh le iska form.....fill kar isko. Divya: Karte kaise hain? Rajveer: Tujhe laptop use karna nahi aata? Divya nodded in no with a cute pout. Rajveer: Theek hain....main fill kar deta hoon....tu dekh le. Divya nodded. Rajveer filled up the form. Rajveer: Ab ismein pooch rahe hain ki why you want to become a student of their college. Divya: Kyun bann na hain matlab? Padhne ke liye ofcourse....likh de.... Rajveer(sighing): Jab bhi koi aisi jagah par pooche toh unki jhoothi tareef karni hoti hain. Waise tere boards mein kitne aaye the? Divya: Chappan..... Rajveer(frowning): Hein? Divya: Chappan ko english mein.....
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Divya: Haan...56%.... Rajveer: Hein? Kyun? Padhai nahi karti thi kya? Divya: Haan karti thi na....par exam hall mein jaa kar sab bhool jaati thi. Rajveer: Itne kam percentage se itne bade college mein admission toh milne se raha. Rajveer removed all the information which he put. Rajveer: Yeh mila hain....par ismein psychology main subject nahi hain. Theatre main subject hain. Divya(excited): Haan haan chalega. Kisi na kisi field mein toh main successful ho hi jaaungi. Rajveer sighed and then filled the form. Rajveer: Theek hain...maine online bharr diye hain paise.....kal se college shuru ho raha hain.....toh kal main tujhe college chod kar office nikal jaaunga. Divya(with a smile) Theek hain......waise tujhe bhookh nahi lagi hain. Rajveer: Haan lagi hain....kya khaegi? Divya: Parathe...aloo ke. Rajveer: Theek hain.....tu bas aloo cheel de...main tab tak naha kar aata hoon. Divya: Theek hain.....kaha rakhe hain aloo? Rajveer: Kitchen mein left shelf ke drawer mein. Divya: Theek hain.... Divya ran to the kitchen and started peeling the potatoes.
After Rajveer came back from his shower...what he saw...made him angry.
