Ranjish | 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒋

III. mr. badtameez & farzi doctor

(note : I have taken creative liberty regarding certain aspects which may not align with the show)
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vanraj :

I walked down to the door, and pressed the bell.
This was the address that Rajat had sent.
First floor, flat on the right.

My kids and mother were gone for Anupamaa's wedding, and I had immediately ran out, reached here for the Thakkar's wedding.
Phone turned off, so that no one could bother my life with stupid questions like

"Why did you not come? Oh we miss you! Meester Shah ke bina Anupamaa ki zindagi kaise chalegi"

I don't care.
I am not a part of Anupamaa's godforsaken perfect life anymore.
She can have her happily ever after with her majnu.

The door opened.
A woman opened it.

A woman wearing a beautiful cream colour saree, and red blouse.
Her hair was tied up nearly.
Insane how this woman looked so perfect all the time.
She didn't have to tell me she was the Headmistress of one of the country's biggest institutes.
Her poise and look was more than enough.

Isha Bhonsale had power.
It was new for me, because I had never seen a woman with this kind of aura before.

She looked up at me, for moments.

"Mr. Badtameez, aap?"

I immediately snapped out of the daze.

"Excuse me?! Badtameez?", I snapped.
She paused, awkwardly.
"I mean.. Mr. Shah—"
"Nehi.. aapne mujhe badtameez kaha? Mr. Badtameez? Really?!", I charged.
"Arrey lekin.. I mean, that's what you were—"
"I thought you were an understanding and respectful—"
"I mean, aapki roadside gunde wali harkatein dekhkar aap badtameez hi lag rahe the—"

"ROADSIDE GUNDA?"

"Arrey humare Gujju team ke naye member wahan kya kar rahe hai?!", I heard from behind.
I turned.
And the first thing I noticed was the name plate beside their door.

Thakkar's

I gulped.
So I was before the wrong door as well.

"Gujju team?! Mr. Badtameez Gujju team ke hissa hai?!", I heard Isha.

"Yeh pehle badtameez bulana band kijiye aap mujhe!", I snapped at her.

"Haww! Kisne humare sabse handsome member ko badtameez bulaya?", Mrs. Thakkar, Rajat's mother immediately rushed down to us.
She was shorter than both of us, a plump woman, wearing heavy jewellery, and dramatic make up. And I could say, she had a sharp tongue. Somehow she reminded me of Baa.

"Handsome?", Isha asked, looking at me with distaste.
"Oh hello? Ek toh pehle badtameez bulao, phir raste ka gunda.. ab mai handsome bhi nehi hu?!", I snapped immediately, feeling deeply offended.

"Ji ha! Hendsome! Super duper hendsome. Inko toh gaana bhi aata hai.. huh!", Mrs. Thakkar looked at me, smiling away,
"Agar meri shaadi na hui hoti na.. toh mai toh inke saath hi phere le leti."

I looked at her awkwardly, gulping nervously, with a weak smile.

Isha pursed her lips to hide her smile.