"Jee Baba, I'm absolutely fine. Vish ke saath bahot enjoy kar rahi hoon. Just missing you a lot Baba.", she speaks through phone. Badi Rani Maa was in washroom when Uday Shergill called his daughter. She was in contact with Vish through chats but sometimes she talks with her father over phone calls secretively.
"Baba!! after a long time I'm attending Indian wedding, it's too rich in culture. It's really amazing."
"Very soon you'll enjoy being bride too.", he says over call.
"Oh Baba! Chhodein na, Yeh batayein meri Nushki kaisi hai? And kab aa rahi hai mujhse milne?", Bela diverts the topic.
"Anushka bilqul theek hai and it's baar woh mere saath hi aayegi aapke rishte ki baat finalize hone se lekar aapki wedding tak le liye.", Uday explains.
"Okay! Talk to you later. Love you so much Dad."
She turned around after hanging up and collided with someone. Mahir was coming to his Dadi's room when clashed with her.
"Oh sorry, really sorry!", suddenly her tongue slipped and she bit her lips. After a lot effort, she was still doing mistakes. Like when that day Paridhi caught her tops. Those were diamond tops which her father brought from Belgium. To give her a dull and poor look, she wore simple baggy clothes and a veil with no accessories but she forgot to take off her tops that shows its expense and class.
"Dadi Maa ander hain?", Mahir asks her casually. His plush perfume's smell spread all over the corridor.
"Jee woh ander hain.", Bela replies after easing her self. Inwardly, her damn heart was beating like drum, maybe because of the fear of getting caught or ........!
"Arree! Humara bachcha aaya hai.", Badi Rani Maa glows up.
Like always, he also encircled her in his strong arms - "Aap batayein kaisi hain? Kaisi guzar rahi hai?", making her sit on sofa he also placed himself beside her.
"Kya puchte ho beta! Hafton tak koi aa kar haal nahi puche toh kaisa lagega?", she starts showing her grief as she often does.
"Arre kyun? Yeh Sanam Sahiba aap ka khayal nahi rakhti kya?", he looks at her moon resembling face which was uncovered of veil as she's in BMaa's room.
"Iska kya kehte ho? Yeh toh parayi bachchi hai. Jald so jaati hai, kam bolti hai. Malish achchi nahi karti par Haan chotiyan achchi bana leti hai."
Bela looked at her stupefied - "Itni khidmat aur seva ka yeh sila. Itne kaamon ka ek hissa bhi ghar pe nahi karti thi aur yahan itni mehnat kar rahi hoon, phir bhi inhe shikayat hai.." Reading the complains in her beautiful eyes, Mahir laughed loudly.
"Well said, Dadi Maa. Toh yeh maid bhi aapka dil jeetne mein qamyab nahi rahi.", he says in a mischievous tone.
"Dil jeetna koi itna aasan kaam hai kya? Hoti koi apni jaisi, tumhari dulhan toh khoob haq se seva karwate. Paun dabwate. Par tumhara baap toh shehar ki bahu laa raha hai. Aisi nakhrili aur nazuk ladkiyon se kya umeed rakhein!!", she seems sad.
"Waise keh toh aap theek rahi hain. Shehri ladkiyan na sirf nazuk balqi bahot hi chalaak aur dhokebaaz bhi hoti hain. Apne aap ki hifazat nahi kar pati. Fashionable and fake!!"
Whole blood of Bela's body drained into her face. She shot daggers off her eyes. Mahir kept looking and examining the colour changing of her face intently with a smirk permanent on his face.
"Marriage is like a bet Dadi, and Dad ne bina kuch dekhe-jaane Uday Uncle ki beti ko pasand kar liya. Na jaane woh dikhne mein kaisi hogi! Character, habits, way of thinking, jinse main totally anjaan hoon.", he shows helplessness.
"Mahir beta! Tum himmat karo aur inqaar kar do. Hum aaj hi Adhiraj se baat karenge Mehek ke rishte me liye.", Badi Rani Maa says happily.
"Aakhir koun hai yeh Mehek yaar.. Jo yeh tab se Mehek Mehek kiye jaa rahi hain. Yahan meri zindagi ki khushboo inki care karte spoil ho rahi hai, badboo mein badal gayi hai. Inhe Mehek ki padi hai.. Kabhi mil jaye bas phir bataungi uss Mehek ko, Baal noch dene hai maine, Kasam se.. Mehek se rishta karna hai.", Bela inwardly imitates the last sentence with huffing look.
"Koi fayda nahi Dadi Maa. Ab Dad ko inqaar nahi kar sakta main. Unhone decide kar liya hai toh phir..! Khair ab yeh zeher ka ghoont peena hi padega, mann ho ya nahi. Woh aapki care nahi karegi toh mujhe bhi bura lagega par kya kar sakte hain."
Bela witnessed there emotional exchange quietly with a constant anger and frustration. Cherry on the cake were Mahir's word that shot deep inside her heart.
"Asal mein tumne bahot jaldi haar man li aur humne bhi Andy ko nahi azmaya. Agar hum zor dete toh kabhi apni manmani nahi karta.", Badi Rani Maa exclaims her view.
"Khair, aap fikr nahi karein. Shehar ki ladkiyan achchi bhi hoti hain, sab ladkiyan ek jaisi nahi hoti. Jaisi meri dost Mrinal Raichand hai. Bahot hi achchi, genuine aur beautiful. Aise ki uske saath guzara hua waqt bahot hi behtreen hota hai, na main bore hota hoon aur time inti jaldi guzar jata hai ke pata hi nahi chalta. Bahot hi intelligent hai jiski har company bahot mazedaar hoti hai.", he praises Mrinal by his heart and keeps looking at Bela with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Bela couldn't look up as whenever she did so, Mahir kept watching at her only.
"Kamina.. fraud.. Ghatiya insaan..", Bela clenches her jaw and fire inflaming in her eyes.
"Ohkay Dadi Maa, chalta hoon, koi pareshani ya shikayat ho toh mujhse keh dijiyega.", he quickly pecks her forehead.
He moved to Bela - "Sanam sahiba! Aap chahein toh apna advance le lein. Ho sakta hai aapko paison ki zarorat ho. Kyunki phone use karti hain na aap so recharge karwane ki zarorat pad sakti hai.", he says while taking his wallet out of his pocket.
"Jee nahi, mujhe aapke paison ki zarorat nahi. Mere paas apni zarorat ke paise hain. Bada aaya!", she replies in fury. Her voice filled with spite.
"Arre haan, main kuch seconds ke liye bhool gaya tha ki aap toh diamond jewellery pehanti hain, 70 thousands ka Phone hai. Phir aapko paise ki kami kaise ho sakti hai. Sorry-sorry!!!", he confronts her and Bela leaves from there in rage.
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