"Jee, kisse milna hai aapko?", the watchman asks him. The watchman, who didn't open the door and came outside from the small side door looked at him with examining eyes when he hunted horn of his car.
"Mujhe Uday Shergill uncle se milna hai, yeh unhi ka ghar hai na?", removing black glasses from his dark brown abyss orbs, he enquires in his utter soft voice.
Looking at the nameplate, he could guess that he reached the right place.
"Jee yeh unhi ka ghar hai. Par woh ghar mein nahi hain, Dubai mein hain. Aap jaa sakte hain."
The watchman roughly says because it was the order of his master that no unknown person or car could enter the mansion in his absence except Bela's dearest friend, Vishakha's car. As everyone knows that Uday Shergill lives in abroad and in home there's only two women, Yukti Bua and Bela. Indeed the honest workers live with them but it's said precaution is better.
The tall and dashing one, sitting in sleek black BMW was impressing him still he can't open the door unless that person introduced himself appropriately.
"Lijiye Dad iss ghar ka daamad banana chahte hain aur idhar anjaan samjh kar darwaaze par hi rok diya jaata hai." he thinks and huffs on Andy's decision.
"Dekhiye, mujhe pata hai ki Uday Uncle bahar rehte hain. Yeh mere Dad Shekhawat Adhiraj Sehgal ne unke liye tohfe bhijwaye hain, aap unhe de dijiyega." Mahir indicates towards the cartons placed in the backseat of his car and opens the door.
"Achcha achcha aap unn Sahab ke bete hain jo Sahab se humesha milne aate rehte hain." Watchman eyes shines.
"Jee Sahab jii main unhi sahab ka beta hoon jo sahab se milne aate rehte hain.", Mahir answers the same way as watchman's with pearly smile and laughs.
"Maaf kijiye sahab, maine pehchana nahi. Abhi darwaza kholta hoon. Aap ander aayein main yeh cheezein utha kar ander lata hoon", he smiled back and goes inside making Mahir chuckle.
While going inside, he rise up head and looks at that two-storey mansion with bunches of colourful flowers' hovering over white tiles, giving a pleasant calm environment.
The news of his arrival has been reached to our very own Yukti bua. She has estimated that he's the to-be-son-in-law by looking at his impressing personality and that decency dripping off his face.
But for formality or confirmation, she asks, "Beta aap hi Mahir ho na?"
"Jee jee, main hi Mahir hoon. Woh mere Dad ne Uncle ke liye kuch cheezein bhijwayi hain. Wahi dene aaya hoon", he replies calmly.
Yukti Bua was confused what to do, how to do. Still in such a short span, she filled the table with snacks.
"Inn sab ki kya zaroorat thi, main abhi chai pee kar aaya hoon. Bas chalta hoon", he says looking at the table rushing with different items.
"Arre nahi Beta! Aap iss ghar ke hone waale daamad ho. Aapki jitni khatirdaari karoon kam hai. Aap khana kha kar jayeiga.", Yukti says forwarding the plate of fruit cake.
"Lein!!!! Mom kehti hain ki abhi un logon ne haan nahi ki aur yeh lady mujhe daamad keh rahi hain."
A different ecstasy surrounded him just the moment he entered Shergill Mansion. His thinking changed within a moment. He looked all around the living room but still he couldn't find the one. The one, for whom a wish to see her, has resided in a corner of his heart. His gaze followed Yukti Bua who just went up the stairs.
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"Utho Beta, aa kar namaste toh kar lo, phir chahe wapas aa jaana." Upstairs Yukti was flattering of Bela but it was just crying in wilderness.
"Vish, main tujhse baad mein baat karti hoon.", saying so she ends the ongoing call with Vish and switches on TV, starts watching a cartoon film.
"Kya kahenge woh! Pehli hi baar mein itni izzat ki gayi toh aage kya hoga?", Bua snaps in anger.
"Uffo Bua! Jab maine wahan shaadi karni hi nahi toh nere milne ya na milne se kya farq padta hai. Achcha hai nahi milungi toh samjh jayega kya iraada hai.", not moving her gaze from screen, Bela declares.
"Achcha dekh toh lo kam se kam use. Tumne abhi tak dekha bhi nahi hai ki dikhta kaisa hai?", a last try.
"Bua, mujhe koi interest nahi hai uski shaqal mein, let him go. Mujhe nahi dekhna, nahi milna. No means no."
She. Is. Stubborn.
Standing for some more time, Yukti Bua keeps looking at her but later taking a deep sigh, she leaves with a dull face and comes downstairs.
"Achcha toh main phir chalta hoon.", he stands up.
"Yeh gayin toh thi badi kadmon ki furti mein survive hothon pe muskaan thi. Pata nahi ab kyu mayoos chehra bana hua hai. Kuch laane gayin thi. Sharminda si..."
His intelligent brain immediately understand that something is wrong with her. After all he is MAHIR.
"Aap khana kha kar jaate toh bahot khushi hoti.", her joyous voice comes as a soft whisper.
"Jee nahi, muaaf kijiyega. Mujhe ghar bhi pahunchna hai. Aap toh jaanti hai 3 hours ka route hai and it's 6 pm now."
Unwantedly, his eyes moved towards the upper storey while sitting in car. Neither any voice hit his ear nor he got any glimpse of colorful Dupatta at any window or balcony.
Leaning his head on seat, he drives away.
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Yeh lo.. Yeh ladki Bela bhi na.. Bahot pareshan kar rahi hai readers ko. 😂
It was quick update! No!? But achcha tha.. Hai ki nahi?😉
Well, you guys must be thinking to bang my head on wall or floor.
I know I'm *paka-ing* your brain but this is how my story goes.
So ek hi advice hai..
Go with the flow.
I promise Chapter 12 tak Behir ko milwa dungi 🤣
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