Swasan fan fiction (Season 2 ) episode 36

It is so true!! Shriman Abdul Kalam is the most eminent president of our country. i think that we all should feel extremely priviledged because we got such an honourable person as our president.

Hi alllll!!!!!
Kya sab busy hai……
Mere na kal Monday se exms hai?mummy?.
Btw diiii wru ????
Ni msgs also
All good na ..

yup its true ki Kriya is shifting from ahmedabad..she is going jamnagar..its far from ahmedabad..this transfer news jitni mere or mere group k liye upsetting hai usse kahi jyada vo Kriya k liye hai..bz hum sab to yahi pe hai..vo ja rahi hai yaha se..sab ko chod kar..i wish k ye uska prank hota but its true..

ya she will be always in our heart but u know what we were together from last 8-9 years.. it will be very difficult for us and Kriya k liye to bahut hi jyada difficult hone vala hai..

i hope ki vo jaldi se nayi jagah pe settle ho jaye..n naye naye achche friends bana le..Jo humari tarah hi use pyar kare..treat kare..taki vo humari kami jyada mehsoos na kare..

today i hv sent screen shots often ur all comments for her to Kriya..she is very very happy after reading your comments..she has told me to tell u all THANKS FOR YOUR WISHES N SHE WILL MISS U ALL N WILL COME BACK SOON..

Hey Guysss …..
Thanks Joyaaaaaa Niyatii…..
So everyone how are u allll…….
I miss u all n Kriya n niayti also……..
Vinitaaa March u ve final exams dear….
All the besttt rock it……

Hai everyone,hw r u all,hope u r all fine,and Niti ,study well dear,will miss u but want u to do well in ur studies, God bless u,then ,telly team will not be accepting fan fictions till Wednesday ie 24th morning.So next one will be on Wednesday.

Hey frnds???????
How are u all????????

I read a story at d morning….my sis had forwarded that……….i want to share wid u all

Story of a girl – “I Married a Stranger..”
I was on the bed, feeling terrified. I opened my
diary and wrote, ‘I married a stranger’ and quickly
hid it under the bed. My whole body was shaking.
“What do I do?” I questioned myself.
“Do I act like a virgin?”
“But what if he finds out? Do I tell him to wait for
it for a few days? But what if it makes him
angry?”
The front door opened and my heart jumped in my
neck. I was breathing heavily. The sound of his
footsteps gave me goosebumps. I looked down
and pretended to be calm. I saw him stopping at
the door though I wasn’t looking at him.
“Ghauri”, he said with ever-so-calm voice. I
dared not to look at him.
“Ghauri, I am going to sleep in another room”, he
said.
‘If your husband doesn’t want to sleep with you,
you have failed as a wife’, echoed my mother’s
voice in my head. But I didn’t look up. I stayed
quiet.
“Don’t you want to ask me why?”, he said, with
little humor in his voice, clearly trying to cheer me
up. I looked at him for just a few seconds and
looked down again.
“You are my wife”, he said and paused, and then
he continued, “not a pr*stitute.”
I really didn’t know what he meant as my mind
wasn’t working well. ‘When you don’t know what
to say to your husband, keep your mouth shut’
came back my father’s voice. I obeyed him as
usual.
“If we sleep together when we really don’t know
each other, what different you would be from a
pr*stitute? We will sleep together someday, when
both of us wants it, and that day, I’d be making
love to my wife. I definitely won’t be having s*x
with a stranger.”
He turned off the light and just few seconds later,
put it on and said funnily, “I am not a secret gay
by the way. I promise you that.”
Despite how scared I was, I giggled. He smiled,
turned off the light and went to another room. I
was still giggling. As I slept on the bed without
removing my make-up or anything, tears rolled
down from the corner of my eyes.
People say it amazes them when we shed tears
while we are happy. They say, it didn’t make
sense, but to me, it made more sense. We felt
something so strong that a part of us couldn’t
stay inside us, that’s what I thought anyway. To
me, shedding tears while being happy meant
more.
I woke up and made myself ready to make
breakfast. I went to the kitchen but he was there,
cooking. I don’t know how horrified I looked
because it made him really scared. He quickly ran
to me and said, “Ghauri, are you fine?” and his
voice was filled with worries.
“Why are you cooking?” I said with a low voice.
He seemed lost. And finally he realized what I
meant. “Ghauri, look at me. I like cooking, okay?
You can cook when you like and so will I.”
“Ghauri”, his voice was authoritative this time,
“you are not my slave. You are my wife!”
‘If you let your husband step inside the kitchen,
you fail as a wife.” mocked my mother’s voice as
I came out of the kitchen.
I began to open up with him, little by little. I
didn’t share any of my biggest secrets with him
or talked about my ex boyfriends, but I started
talking with him. Once, he asked me some
important suggestions about his office and my
jaw dropped.
But I quickly remembered, my dad doing the same
with my mom.
My mom answered and my dad got so furious, he
slapped her in front of me for the first time. He
looked at me and said angrily, “When your
husband ask you about his works, he isn’t really
asking, so keep your mouth shut.”
But they have been wrong ever since I came here.
I started suggesting and he listened. I used to
shed lots of tears at home and I did the same
here too, but the feelings of why it came, was
different.
I felt confidence building inside me. I could have
never imagined asking him about going with my
friends for trekking but I did.
I looked at him and said, “Can I go with my
friends for trekking? It is only for two nights. I
won’t do anything stupid and will come back as
soon as I can. Or you could call me if you want
me here and I will come back here sooner.”
My mom asked about going out with her friends
fo for some religious purpose and I still remember
my dad’s expression. My husband made the
same.
He looked at me disgusted. He was clearly angry.
I felt naked in front of him for the first time but
little did I know, he was going to teach me to not
be shameful when I am naked.
“Ghauri”, he said frustrated, “how many times
have I told you that you are my wife? Why are
you taking my permission like that? Like you are
a prisoner? In fact, why are you asking at all?
Inform me and go. Don’t beg for it!”, he said and
walked away angrily.
My parents gave birth to me and they raised me,
but I was only starting to live. My husband was
teaching me how to live.
I went behind him. He was looking down the
balcony. I stood behind him and looked down as
well.
“I am learning, please be patient with me”, I said
looking down, probably opening that part of me
for the first time, “My mother has given me
thousand lists of what I can do to fail has a wife
and my dad has given me thousand lists of when
to shut up. So, I am learning”.
He laughed though I wasn’t joking. He said, “I
apologize for laughing and for my earlier behavior.
I will keep that in my mind, if you promise me to
remember that you are not in your home
anymore. Ghauri, let the past be in the past.”
He touched my back for just one second as a
comfort but it was his first touch to me after I
entered his house. It was, in all honesty, special.
And the more he called my name, the more it
sounded special.
I started calling my friends home for dinners. We
sometimes drank the wine my husband brought
for us. I was living. My parents’ greatest gift to
me wasn’t giving birth to me, their greatest gift
was marrying me off to a stranger.
One night, my husband and I were drinking. He
asked me what I want to become.
I barely whispered, “I want to become a writer.”
The expression on his face was priceless,
something I could never forget. I had never seen
him so happier and I bet there were tears in his
eyes. I would have never thought but he had
always wanted to be a writer too.
“Got too busy. Will you do that for both of us?”,
he asked me with smile filled with sadness and
joy.
I could only manage a nod.
That night, I cried like never before. I covered my
face with pillow tightly to protect the sound. I
didn’t know why I was crying so hard but I
wanted to scream. I saw a black shadow near my
door. He was standing there, watching me.
I stood up and went to him and I kissed him. I
hugged him and kissed him again. I dragged him
in the bed.
“You sure it isn’t the wine doing?” he asked me.
I rolled my eyes and replied, “You sure you aren’t
a secret gay?”
He laughed, “You are about to find out.” he said
and pushed me on bed and kissed me while
undressing me.
It was typical of me but I had to say it, I thought
I owed it to him. I stopped him and said, “Before
we start, I just want you to know. I am not a
virgin.”
He waved his hand off and said, “I thought you
were going to say that you have AIDS.”
I laughed and pulled him close and kissed him.
And we did it. I had s*x with him after three and
half months of our marriage. Let me scratch that,
I made love to my husband after three and half
months of our marriage and sure enough, he was
straight.
I woke up the next day and looked at him
sleeping peacefully beside me. I was sure of one
thing like never before.
I took out my diary and turned to the page where
I wrote with a blue ink ‘I married a stranger’. I
picked the black pen and wrote, ‘and I fell in love
with him’ because I really had fallen deeply in love
with him. I smiled and decided to keep a promise
I made to him. I was going to write, I was always
sure of that but what I didn’t know was what I
was going to write about. Now I did. I was going
to write about us.
– @ Being woman is “True Love..”❤

Ya sethooty same here………..
I like d nature of her husband………

U know humre sir hum sab se humesh kehte hai, bachchha log Jindgi me kabhi kisi ajnbi se shaadi mat karna…pata nahi jindgi me kya kya surprise milenge…..hehehehehehehe……surprises ki aisi list batayi ki puchho mat……………………………woh pura lecture humra aise hi gaya……..itne hase the ki puchho mat……

Yr vini di and all of u guys whr r u????
Missing u badly………………

Very angry wid u…………

hey girls how r u all ?? i m toh pu6o mat..uff..its becoming bit difficult without phone i mean “smart phone”..but i m trying to adjust..poor me..missing u all soooooooooo much..love u all..take care n stay blessed..n keep rocking in your respecting field..

vini Di..shraddha..joya..sethooty..vinita..vaishu..rupshikha..a big hug n mummhhhaaaa a kiss to u all.. thank u so much for your good wishes..its means alot to me..

please don’t forget me..i will catch u all after my examination n then never let either me or u to break contact..pakkkkkaaaaa vala promise..

yar..i m feeling relaxed today…after soo many days i hv done chatting with u guys…i love u all..i don’t know u all will read this comments or not..but i couldn’t control my self..u know mumma ko na kabse uska phone vapas chahiye but me 5 min 5 min kiye ja rahi hu…now i m finally going..bubye girls..take care all of u…love u all..n vini Di please na post next part soon..