Author: nandini29

“ Jaan! Wake up na! Pleassseeeee!” No sooner had i said this than my dearest husband pulled me on top of himself. Uff, this man will seriously break my hand or my ankle. This is the last time I am asking him. “jaan! Please get up naaaa! Pleaseeeeee!” “ummm…. no” “pleaseeeee” “nahi” “fine. Don’t get up and don’t touch me for the next 4 months” “ that is never happening Mrs.—” Trrrrrrrng trrrrrng trrrrrrnnnnnggggg. And my dearest alarm clock destroyed my most beautiful dream again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Alarm clock. 7:45 a.m. not bad I still have another hour for…

Scene 1: A man, probably in his mid twenties rushed into one of Delhi’s most prestigious hospitals and ran up straight to the receptionist’s desk. The receptionist who was caught off guard by the sudden visitor was taken aback but never-the –less she did not forget to flash one of her beautiful smiles. “good morning sir. How can-”. But she was cut off by the man. “Mrs. Sujata Maheshwari has been admitted here?” “I think so sir. Just a second. I’ll check…” “A WOMAN HAS BEEN BROUGHT HERE DUE TO A HEART ATTACK. PROBABLY AN HOUR BACK” “Yes, yes sir!…

DESI GIRL…… (Prologue) “Didn’t you feel ashamed to sleep with your HUSBAND’S BROTHER!!” “I told you all earlier, she is a characterless girl. Then no one believed me….” People were accusing me of sleeping with my husband’s so called brother. It is true I don’t love my husband. I don’t care for him; but I also am not a characterless girl. I feel like slapping all of them but I can’t. I feel so helpless and to top it all my ‘so called husband’ is standing quietly arms crossed across his chest, staring at me intently. I am feeling so…