“Jija … are you sure?” Heer asked, checking herself in the mirror. “I mean, we don't even know them properly...” “Ohho! I can marry a stranger and not party with one?” Ajabdeh’s voice had a hint of taunt as she applied her mascara. “We are already late, Heer. I kept him waiting in the morning just to see if he would wait for me, now I want to be there first!” “ You seem interested.” Heer smiled as a cushion flew at her and she caught it in time. “It’s called manners!” Ajabdeh smiled. “Let’s go!” “You will wear this?” Heer questioned, looking at her bare legs, flaunting in the pink noodle strap backless sequenced dress. “At least wear the jacket!” She raised her eyebrows. “Heer Meri Pyaari Heer.” Ajabdeh cupped her face with her hands. “We are going to a party, not a Satsang, so stop being a Mummy!” She checked herself in the mirror. Heer eyed her own outfit at her words, doubtfully. Her printed Palazzo and Orange Top, which was once her Jija’s...
The Coffee shop near the City Axis Mall, at Udaipur, was fairly crowded with businessmen, office goers and a few groups of young girls. Pratap sat in a comfortable two-seater in the farthest corner of the cafe, in his Denims and a grey t-shirt, as he checked the time on his iPhone the umpteenth time. His attention caught the group of five young girls, probably teens, eyeing him. Their demeanour showed they clearly recognised him as he smiled, making them look away. He shook his head and dialled a number, irritated. “What the hell, Shakti?” He sounded irked. “What happened, Dadabhai?” Shakti was alarmed. “You said she will be here by 11 AM. It’s half past twelve." He checked his watch. “Umm… you know, girls, Dadabhai. Maybe her parents are busy getting her ready to impress….” He had a hint of amusement in his voice. “I don’t care. First, Ranima gives me this stupid kasam and forces me to come here. Then you say she is worth a meet. I don’t want to get married, and yo...
“ Jija, are you sure?” Ignoring her sister’s doubtful voice, she put a spoonful of tea leaves in the boiling water. “I think you should leave this to me and get ready… they are here…” Heer protested feebly again. “It's okay, I will do it, go away.” She took a jar in her hand. “What are you doing, Jija? Stop” Heer's alarming voice stopped her just in time. “What?” She frowned, confused. “It's sugar ….” “Jija.” Her sister giggled. “That's salt. Please leave this to me and get ready.” She took her sister by the hand to their room. Putting the pink dupatta on her head, matching it with the yellow salwar kameez, her sister searched frantically for the perfect pair of earrings. “It's enough, I don't wear such things, Heer.” She looked confused in the mirror. “I am not looking like me. I should, right, Heer? Heer!” “Oh, Miss Ajabdeh Punwar!” Her sister stopped searching “Ma Baba instructed me to dress you up decently so that Ranisa likes you insta...
The room of the ancestors was full of people. The queens of the ranimahal, along with the clueless princes and princesses, Rawatji, along with Pur’s family, were looking cluelessly at Kunwar Shakti, who had gathered them here. “Kunwar Shakti, hum e apne yaha kyun bulaya?” Rana Udai Singh’s voice was a little irked as a calm Jaivanta Bai walked in behind him, giving Shakti a reassuring nod. “Woh Daajiraj….” Shakti rubbed his hands together, looking at the doorway. “Pur Baisa aur Ajabde kaha hai?” Jaivanta read his mind and questioned the people around her as Dheerbai hid a smile “Bijolia ki samanth ko sambhavta yeh Sisodia parivaar ka sabha mein aana uchit nahi laga hoga.” “Hum dekhte hain.” Sajja Bai promptly made her way to the door and stopped at the sight of Kunwar Pratap. Kunwar Pratap, in his royal blue attire and red turban, had appeared to have freshened up before walking in here. Sajja smiled as he looked up at her face, folding his hands in greetings. His ...
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