A first attempt at expressing my imagination.
It is a story about a young aspiring politician and a headstrong female as lead, with Punjabi background.
Necessary translations are given and the pictures to express the characters and surroundings are...
We had just arrived back home after a much needed wedding sort of vacations. I too had joined my family coming back to my hometown.
As i had taken three weeks' holidays to hangout with my girlfriends but Mr. Everboring had to meddle in and gift her the honeymoon tickets and spoil my plans.
I mean what was the hurry, they had their whole lives for doing that. Now my plans and my holidays both were ruined because of him.
Therefore I had no regrets spoiling his plans for the time we stayed after the wedding.
Get to know each other, my ass. If you spoil my fun, I'll ruin yours too. Whatever he knew was enough for him to remind himself about never messing with me again.
"Will you stop talking to yourself? I have been standing for past five minutes here waiting for you to finish. But ofcourse, your intelligence never ceases to amaze me." Mehar bhabhi was carrying my rest of the luggage as she entered my room.
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" You should stop wasting your time standing there and tell me whatever you have to say and leave." I said uninterestedly.
" Aww. Trouble in paradise. Tell me are you missing your Sugar? " She asked wiggling her eyebrows and smiling teasingly.
" No. " I replied flatly, feeling irritated at myself. Why didn't i talk to him when i had time?
"Really?" She asked again.
"No." I confessed in a whining tone.
"I so knew it. Comeon, give me your phone. Let us talk to him. Girl you are reminding me of my good old days."
Finding my phone under the pile of clothes i handed it over to her.
"What name did you use to save his number? I can't find anything related to fiance." She pried.
" I didn't." I never had one to save.
" Okay. Then tell me his number." She ordered me in an unrecognisable tone.
" I don't know." I didn't have his number.
" What? Then how are you both supposed to contact each other? And act all lovey dovey and lost in thoughts."
She shrieked with a are you ridiculous face. Now i know why my brother is always so stressed. Handling such a wife must be a nightmare.
"Okay. Then tell me his social media account details." She composed herself and enquired me again.
"He has no personal accounts. Everything is handled by his PR team." I explained.
