Shivika OS: English Boy Love Desi Girl

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Note: story will bring HINGLISH as this is the whole main point of story... Please bear with it

Shivaay: Mom this is not done... aap hamesha aisa nahi kar sakta hai...

Mrs Oberoi : Sakta nahi Beta Shivaay its Sakti.

Shivaay [irritated] : sakta sakti, how does it even matter. I have a meeting to attend to on that day... do you know how important that is... But you want me to go to some kind of a Gaon filled with villagers who would wanna make fun of me...

Mrs Oberoi : Beta, ab village mein villagers hi toh rahengein naa.. i can't help with that...

Shivaay : Mom please it's not funny. I can't just go to some gaon directly from London...

Mrs Oberoi : haan toh Beta.. private jet mein jao araam se phir waha se in your own car with AC... Bas do din ruk kar ek hafte main aajaana.

Shivaay (being confused) : do din ruk kar ek haftein how is that possible mom

Mrs Oberoi : toh kya India nahi ghomega tu. Apna hi India hai beta...

Shivaay : i am not an Indian Maa, they call us foreigners... that "angrezz" word MOM...

Mrs Oberoi : tu ek baar jaa ke toh dekh, Dekhna wapas aane ka dil nahi karega. Aur meri behan ki Betiyan aur baki ke log honge teri help ke liye... Grow up my Son...

Shivaay : mom I am 28 years old grown up guy...

Mrs Oberoi : beta please waha baat zara kam karna aur apne unn nalayak bhaiyon ko bhi leke jao... tere kamre me chupein hai. Kal raat maine unhe india jane ka offer dia toh haan aunty bola aur ab...

As if on the cue both omru come to the hall

Shivaay: but mom

Pinky: shivaay tu toh mera accha Beta hai naa, apni Maa ki baat zaroor manega... haina mere Laal...

Shivaay : see it doesn't even make sense, i am not red Mom...

Mrs Oberoi : toh tu nahi jaega... Kahan kho diya maine apna Beta inn London ki waadiyon mein. Mera Laal, Mera accha Beta---

Shivaay (irritated): okay Okay fine, i will go but if i don't like it there then i will come back... And please mom stop with this achaar

Om [Shivaay's young brother] : atyachaar mere bhai... Its atyachaar

Shivaay : yaa yaa whatever and Rudra, Om packup... we are going to India.

Rudra (dramaticly): nooooooo.
Om : why us Mere Bhai??
Shivaay (smirking naughtliy): kyunki hum saath saath hai. [singing]

Mrs Oberoi : Simon get the jet ready, My son is going to Mere desh...

Shivaay : She means India. Now do the job quick before i decide to hire some other pilot... permanently.

Simon (afraid) : right away sir.

IN A VILLAGE IN INDIA

Didi aap aagayi, humne aapko itna miss kiya... meri Anika di..

Anika : wah choti tu toh kafi chaldi seek rahi hai The English... Miss Wiss haan...

Gauri : aap bhi naa didi, itne din se bahar thi pata hai humein aapki kitni yaad aayi...

Anika : maalum hai, hum ko sab maalum hai Choti... Accha yeah bta payal di haldi k liye tyar hogai?

Gauri : Arey nahi di... Haldi aaj thi par ab kal hai... Maa ki koi dur Ki behan hai jiska koi videshi beta aane wala hai...