Part 52 Mrs. Simran Singh

Seeing someone coming inside the room, Simran shouted,

"Hey, who are you? Why did you get me here? Why the hell am I chained up like an animal?"

"No no... don't say like that, Ammaji"

"Ammaji? Who is your Amma?"

"Of course, you... if you marry my father, then who you are to me?" Asked Ajay Singh in a mockery tone.

"Whaaaat? What rubbish are you talking about? Who the hell are you? I and marrying your father? you yourself are looking like a buffalo and you are calling me Amma and blabbering all rubbish..." she sneered.

"What to do Ammaji, our family trait is like that. even if you have a son, he will also look like a buffalo only" Ajay Singh laughed like thunder.

"Shut up... just shut up... why did I come here? I'm supposed to be at the police station. How do I come here? Who brought me here?"

"Of course, I'm the one who brought you here from the police... I don't know about your Mayka custom but as per our family custom, our family woman would not step into the police station. Being your loving son, how could I let you go to the police station? That's why I rescued you from the police"

"I think it's some misconception..."

"Arrey... do you think I would put effort to rescue you without confirmation?" Ajay Singh chuckled.

Simran was confused.

"Tell me first, you the hell are you"

"Ajay Singh... son of Vijay Singh"

"Ajay Singh...? Hey... you? Can't you recognize me? I think you have forgotten me. I'm the one who helped you to find the location of the temple the other day to get Khushi" she said excitedly.

Cutting her,

"Pretended like helping me..." Ajay Singh's facial expression changed like a ghost.

"Whaaaat? Pretended? no because of me you attacked Arnav that day..."

"Yes, it's because of you my plan flopped. Because of you, the police rounded us up. because of you, I got absconded and roamed like a beggar in the city."

"What I did do? I just tried to help you to bring Khushi here. So that you can get her married to your father and fulfill his wish...and make him live long"

"Stop lying... I'm not ready to trust you anymore. I understood what you have planned with Arnav Singh Raizada" he howled.

"Plan? What plan?" she frowned.

"To get me arrested, you played your cards with me as if you are helping me... wah... what marvelous acting...! Do you think I'm a moron? Do you think still I will trust you?" he gritted his teeth.

"You misunderstood me... I didn't do anything to get you arrested" she said hurriedly.

"Shut up... being the same family, you guys planned well joining your hands against me and protected that Khushi from us"

"No... please trust me... I will get her back if you give me one chance. I will surely bring her here. Then you can get her married to your father"

"You don't have to bother about my father NOW. You can do that after your marriage. You have to care for him of course..."

Siran became furious.

"Have you gone mad? Illiterate idiot... don't you have sense? What do you think of me? Do you know who am I? my father will tear you into pieces if you dare think of getting me married to your father"

"We will think of handling your father when the time comes... now you get ready to marry my father"

"My horoscope won't suit your father..."

"I know that... and I know it's hard to find the same horoscope as Khushi. However, my father is going to die soon... let him enjoy his last days... with his new wife... that's you"

"No... I will kill all of you for sure"

Ajay Singh looked at her leg that was being tied up with a chain. He smiled at her mockingly, like, 'come out of this chain first, if you can'

He walked out of the room.

"Hey, listen to me... I'm not lying. Trust me. I didn't help Arnav."

Ajay Singh left the room, without giving an ear to her shout. Simran sat on the floor with a thud all fed up.

RM

HP opened the door, hearing a calling bell sound. A man in his early thirties was standing there with a box in his hand.

"May I know who are you?" HP asked the man.

"I'm coming from the Mirror studio. My Boss sent me to give this wedding CD and also the Pendrive to ASR" The man said pointing at the box in his hand. HP turned around as he heard,

"Who is that, Hari Prakash?" Arnav asked.

"Arnav Baba, he is from the photo studio to give your wedding CD."

"Oh..."

Taking it from the man, HP handed it to Arnav.

"Thanks. I will ask my manager to settle your bill" said Arnav.

"Ok, sir" The studio man left.

Arnav headed toward his room.

"What's that Chotte?" Ratna asked who saw the box in his hand.

"Our wedding CD"

Ratna got stuck.

"I asked them to give it in two days because I thought we will watch it together before Anju goes to France," she said disappointedly.

"What's there to get disappointed? We will surely watch it together" Arnav said shrugging his shoulders off.

"Chotte, don't talk without understanding the situation. Simran got arrested... Shyam is not in the mood to watch the video. Give them the CD. They will watch it when they feel to watch. But not now"

Arnav sighed.

"Ok... But Mom, for your kind information, Simran is not in the police strain."

"What do you mean she is not in the police station? Did she get bail?"

"Nope... The matter is something different and unexpected too"

"Chotte don't beat around the bush. Tell me clearly"

"She was rescued by Ajaj Singh."

"Whaaaaat?"

"Yes mom, they are partners in crime"

Ratna was awestruck.

"Is it true?"

"Yeah... AC Naushad called me a few minutes ago and told me."

"I can't believe a Rowdy was hiding in her..."

"Not just a Rowdy mom... she is a terror piece... or else she would not have dared to contact Ajay Singh like a bad man..."

"You are right Chotte. She knew very well about Ajay Singh and his father. We spoke about them in front of her only. Yet, she had a friendship with them. Don't know what kind of girl she is. Thank God, we escaped from her."

"Mom, just imagine, what would have happened if she had become Bahu of our family?" Arnav asked laughingly.

"That's why I said we escaped. We should thank Khushi for saving us. If she had not entered into our life, however, your dad would have gotten married you to Simran."

"However, I would not have married her mom... Don't know why I don't like that girl. Is not she looking like a witch?"

He thought something.

"No... I should not address her witch"

"Why?" Ratna shrank her face.

"Watch the Harry Potter series of movies. You will get to know even witches can be beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"But how do I know, no one told me about it"

"we will watch it," Arnav said.

"What are you guys going to watch?" Asked Khushi who came there.

"Harry Potter movies"

"What about me? Am I not allowed?" Khushi asked.

"Mom, didn't I say, see, the fight between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is going to start... Khushi is angry with you for not asking her to join us... she is not going to talk to you... and..."

"Arnavji... hold on... what are you doing?"

"I just..."

"Enough... don't build up something that does not exist. Amma, we will watch the movie. What say?"

"Before that, we will watch your wedding CD. What say?"

"Really, did it come?"

"Yeah... just now" Ratna snatched it from Arnav's hand and showed it to Khushi.

"Oh, wow... that will be fun," Khushi said.

"Fun? Why?" Arnav asked.

"Yeah... because, I didn't see the scene of my HERO standing from the wheelchair perfectly and kicking it stylishly"

"But I saw your facial expression... I should have stuffed a boiled egg in your opened mouth... and your eyes looked exactly like eggs" Arnav laughed.

"But, Chotte... I could even believe it still" Ratna said.

Khushi nodded yes. Arnav laughed again.

"Arnavji... stop laughing. Shyam Bhai is upset and you are laughing here"

"Do you want me to be quiet?"

She nodded yes. Arnav rolled his eyes.

"If you want to laugh, go to our room and laugh, locking the door"

"It sounds right," Ratna said.

Arnav nodded NO and walked to his room.

Lucknow

Simran was sitting on the stage. She was unconscious. Vijay Singh was seated next to her. The Pandit was chanting hymns. He extended the mangal Sutra towards Vijay Singh and he tied it around Simran's neck making Simran Sinha as Mrs. Simran Singh.

To be continued...