(really long-I know :P)
Today marks the first day of seven lifetimes, Priya."
With that last statement, he walked out
of his office and took the elevator down to the underground parking lot where
he had parked his car. But before he drove home, he decided to go to Priya's
apartment to see if she was okay.
Ram gazed up at the empty balcony
waiting for his queen to gift him with her presence. His soul immersed in the
serenity of the atmosphere outside her building, soaking in a peaceful
reassurance that halted the calamity once stirring in his heart. Closing his
eyes, a sigh suffocated through his throat eventually mingling freely with the
warm winds that rapidly gushed past him. "Thank god�" He whispered under his
breath, which was still tainted slightly with a hint of scotch that his
tastebuds were tempted to savour. This taste was no longer a potent painkiller,
it's soothing touch incapacitated by the repeated abuse that it had endured in
the past three months. Suddenly, he felt a vibrating sensation shivering
against his warm chest wall, begging for his attention. His fingers felt it's way
to the source of the sensation pulling out his phone from his inner jacket
pocket, while continuing to stare up at the balcony. A splash of relief
drenched his face when he saw the notification gloating in front of his eyes,
"New Text: Choti". He rushed his chunky thumb through the multiple screens
until he reached his SMS folder. Clicking open the message, he read it
anxiously. "Bhai, Priya is visibly fine. For the first time in three months I
have seen her smile. Did you know that she woke up early this morning and
cooked us all our favourite dishes for breakfast? And after three long months
she is finally going back to teaching at the TOEFL classes. I know that she is
trying very hard to make everyone forget about her pain but her sudden positive
change in behaviour is strangely debilitating. It is clear to everyone that
somewhere beneath that smile, which she is confidently projecting, is a sea of
sorrow that she is silently allowing herself to drown in. BTW sorry for the
late reply� In the past three months I have always updated you on Priya's
status, behind everyone's back. Kartik would be really mad at me if he found
out. And as a brother, he has every right to be angry. Just imagine if he had
done to me what you did to Priya...How would you react? I say this with a rock
on my heart but It's better if you move on and let Priya and her family move on
too, especially now that she is trying to make everyone forget." The last
sentence sent his lungs on wild goose hunt for air. Despair lingered against the
walls of his hollow chest, scorching a hole through his numb soul. He gripped
the phone tightly in his fist clearly punishing the messenger. Vowing angrily against the wind, he spoke
through his clenched teeth, "Why the hell is everyone telling me to move
on? Priya is hurting because of my mistake but I am hurting as well. I know I
made a mistake but I am trying my best to make it up to Priya and instead of
supporting me, the people who I considered my own are telling me to move on. I can't move on and i won't move on without
Priya.. I will get her back even if it
takes every breath out of me. I swear I
will not rest until she is by my side. "
Admist his fury his ears
suddenly perked up attentively, cued by the sound of a divine voice that
offered a motherly touch to his heart immediately diminishing the anger and
anguish that edged him not even a moment ago. There was only one person in the
world who was capable of casting this spell on him and without even looking he
was sure it was her. She chirped soothingly "So what time is your photo
shoot?" His eyelids desperately spread apart, allowing his eyes to encase
her image and quench his hearts desire. His mouth partly parted in awe and
relief as he sighed softly and slightly smiled at the blessed sight in front of
him. There was no way that she could have seen him from where he stood but he
remained fixed, shamelessly stalking her fading figure as she walked alongside
another woman who he did not recognize and was too engrossed in Priya to care.
In response to Priya's question the woman replied, "10am, the shoot starts
at 11 but the preparation will take about an hour or so." There was an
absence in Priya's attempt to respond enthusiastically; the genuine joy that
once radiantly coated the most strenuous words, seemed non-existent.
"Great! I have to meet Mr. Metha at 10:30 it is now 8:00 so we have time
to grab a coffee." The woman, whom Priya walked alongside with, halted in
her steps and rotated to face her in disbelief of her proposition. Clutching
Priya's arm she responded in a tone that mirrored her reaction, "Di, we
just had breakfast and now coffee? I am stuffed!" Priya replied lovingly,
"Pagal ladki... Your di wants to spend time with you...chaar saal baad aap
ne wapas aiya so obviously we have lots to catch up on. Coffee toh ek bahaana
hain, saath bait kar baat karne ka bahana. Chale???" Priya linked her arm
with her sister's and began walking� The growing distance of her image in his
eyes triggered a bitter after taste that built up in his mouth with the
realization that this distance was now the only closeness that existed between
them. When she was close to him, he maintained a distance and now that he wants
her close to him, distance maintains itself between them. His immediate
reaction was to blame destiny for placing him in this helpless circumstance but
images of his not so far away past flashed in front of his eyes summiting an
irrefutable thought from the darkest corner of his heart, "This is what I
wanted. I planned to put you in a place where a smile is a shattered reality
with no resolution. But I never planned to fall in love with you� I planned the
opposite. When I took revenge in my hand I indirectly challenged destiny. And
now I must reap what I sowed, destiny threw its best hand and I have no choice
but to respond. Throughout our journey, it always amazed me how well you knew
me and how little I tried to know you. I didn't even know that you have a
younger sister. I was so blinded by rage that I never let you know that I also
have a younger brother who I love so dearly. But today when he came home after
four longs years I am more interested in spending time with you. I wish you met
Sid but don't worry one day very soon you will. But how can I validate an
apology that erases my mistakes and give credit to my words? Even my heart is
not talking to me, not helping me out. But I don't blame my heart I never
talked to him in so long; I put his opinions aside when he was hollering your
name, advising me to snap out of my foolish rage� They say mind over matter but
if something truly matters you should hand that matter to your heart and
embrace the pain in the puzzle for the bliss in the end result. Sorry mind, but
this is beyond comprehension. Priya is closest to my heart and if I want her
back in my life I have to think from her perspective." Clicking open his
car door he sits in the drivers seat and slams the door shut. "I wish you
could have met Sid, he always wanted a bhabhi who would spoil him." His
life rekindled with his soul fueled by the thought that Priya was safe.
Gripping the smooth curved edge of his BMW key he rotated it quickly in the
ignition, jolting his car to an abrupt start. Fisting the round, gearshift knob
he pushed upwards and accelerated home to meet his incomplete family, all the
while contemplating a way back into Priya's life.
Two lovers, two bodies in two seperate places united by strong emotions that neither one of them could neglect. Priya concealed her pain behind a smile, point blank denying the love that surged through her veins for Ram. But Ram wore love on his sleeve like a badge, honoured to boast her name boldly on it. Hate always stirs in a broth of hope that is churned by love. Because what more is hate than love that has lost its faith in itself and must be found?
Ayesha: Di�
Hello? (She turned her head slowly, following Priya's gaze to a young couple
holding hands while sitting across the small round table in the caf. Ayesha
was unaware of what occurred between Priya and Ram but she was sure that
somewhere deep down in her heart, Priya had a soft spot for love. Why else
would she be longingly lost in the romantic encounter of a couple in a random
coffee shop? She grasped Priya's hand across the table and shook it. Priya eyes
met hers, signaling that she was now mentally present.) Di do you know them?
Priya: (startled)
uhhh� no Ayesha. Sorry sweetheart what were you asking?
Ayesha: Di I
didn't ask anything. It was you who was asking me something. But now I am
curious (she glanced back at the couple). Why were you so occupied in that
couple? (She hesitated slightly before she asked a personal question, fearing
that she might gash open old wounds. But if wounds are only concealed how can
they ever properly heal, if the source of pain is buried deep within the blood
and flesh?) Does something about them remind you of Jiju?
Priya: (She
thought, "How do you tell a dreamer that their dreams might never make it to
reality? Do I even have that right? But I have that painful experience. My
dreams did get a touch of reality but only in the form of recycled tears
flushing unfound desires out of my system. And now every time I look at
anything that is rooted in love I can't help but wonder whether it is real or
just the beginning of a dream with a painful ending"? She brushed aside
Ayesha's question) Oh yes!! I was asking you something� (She probes teasingly)
I wanted to know about the "special" guy you were telling me about on the phone
last month when you called from Toronto?
Sid: (remembered
the conversation he had with his brother Ram one month ago on the phone in
which he told him briefly that he was in love. In fact him and his girlfriend
had collectively decided to talk to their family members about each other in
hopes of getting married. But Sid had only learned last night from his mother
that Ram was going through a nasty break up that he had instigated. Actually,
he found out that his brother had gotten married only after the fact because
Ram had insisted that he should focus on the last year of his studies. If he
had known about the pending divorce and the pining that his brother was going
through he would have never brought up love around him so soon. But now Ram was
asking about her and he knew his brother to well. Ram would keep pestering him
until he gets an answer.) Bhai, forget about it� (he looked at Ram who sat next
to him on the sofa in his room)� I am sorry that I even mentioned her to you; I
can see that you are going through so much pain because of love�
Priya: (She
pulled her chair closer to Ayesha and tilted her head up to look at her) No
Ayesha, you don't have to apologize for mentioning him to me. If you don't tell
me, your older sister, than whom else will you tell? The pain that I am feeling
is not because of love it is because of a mistake that I made that I have
learned from. You don't have to hide your feelings�what you have today might be
love but what I had back then was never love to begin with. (She smiled through
tears) I want to meet this lucky guy, who has won the heart of my little sister,
the one who claimed that she would never fall in love.
Sid: I know
bhai, I used to always say that I would never fall in love. But what is more
surprising to me is that you of all people have fallen in love� I want to meet
Bhabhi once atleast, to thank her for returning my loveable Bhai back; it's a
miracle because after Dad's death, Mom, Dadi, Natasha and I thought that we had
lost you forever.
Ayesha: (smiles
and wipes the tears off of Priya's cheeks) Di I am so fortunate to have you as
my sister. After four years you have changed slightly and that is because of
what you had to endure. I have never seen you so vulnerable and shattered in my
entire life like you have been this past week. But as usual you remain strong
and determined. And I am proud to see you starting to get back on your feet.
Ram: (holding
back tears of pride and joy) Baas now stop this sentimental crap before I
change my mind. (He chuckled) When can I meet this lucky girl and give you two
my seal of approval?
Ayesha: (blushes)
He just came to Mumbai last night because he had one more exam to do. I will
talk to him and see when he is available.
Priya: Suub
kaam mein daair kyun? I want to know when and where we will meet before we
leave this Caf.
Ram: you
have her number right? (Sid nods) Well text her� You are the man. Let's finalize a time now.
Sid: (picks
up his phone and sends a text) hey�
Remember how I told my brother about us? Well he wants to meet you (he
presses send and looks at Ram)
Ayesha: (her
phone vibrates on the table. She looks at the display and than back up at a
confused Priya) It's him� (She blushes nervously) His brother wants to meet me�
Priya: (she
teases) Aww� not bad� here we are talking about him and he texts you� (Ayesha
blushing profusely) Tell him that my Di wants to meet you� and his brother
also� that too�tomorrow�
Sid: (his
phone buzzes) Bhai her sister wants to meet both of us tomorrow. Are you free?
Ram: (wonders
what her sister might be like) Yes I am� What about tomorrow at 7:00pm�
Priya: 7pm
is perfect. Ask him where?
Ram: (to
Sid) umm. Hotel Grand� If they want we can send a driver to pick them up�
Ayesha: (sends
the final text) "Di says we don't need a
driver, we will manage. So see you and your brother tomorrow at 7pm at Hotel
Grand (she blushes and quickly inserts a heart symbol before she hits send)
Ram spent most of the day in his room sitting on the sofa and staring at the empty walls in search for an answer to his problems as if the silence would unveil it. This was the first time in several weeks that he was actually in his room. Most nights were spent in the office reminiscing a beautiful past before he laid his head down to rest on his desk. Loneliness was a stinging realization that did not allow him to sleep peacefully, an ambience that painfully radiated off the walls of his room, which were drenched in her memories. His phone rang again, interrupting him from his thoughts for the fifth time. Fed up with the constant annoyance he decided to finally receive the call.
Ram: Yaar
Vikram why are you calling so many times. I am busy.
Vikram: Busy?
You are not in the office� What exactly are you busy doing? Neha is scolding me
because of you and you don't even answer my calls to support me�
Ram: (confused)
because of me? yaar take some responsibility you must have done something
stupid� Go and mollify your wife and let me think of a way to calm Priya down
so that she would consider talking to me�
Vikram: Okay
dude chill� The reason Neha is mad is because she does not want me to encourage
you in your mission to get Priya back in your life�
Ram: What?
Why? Let me talk to her�
Vikram: Yaar
I don't blame her� She just came back from Priya's house and�
Ram: And
what?? What happened?? I just saw her this morning�(he stood up alarmed) is
Priya okay?
Vikram: Ram
let me finish� (Ram's silence cued him to continue) Today she had an interview
with Mr. Metha, her boss at the old TOFEL classes but the guy refused to give
her a job and actually insulted her as well�He said that no parent would want
their child to be taught by a woman who has no values. The college can't be
held accountable for young women getting pregnant before marriage? Can you
believe that crap? It's such a backward way of thinking. I mean isme Priya ke
kya galti hain?
Ram: (guilt
penetrated through his conscience and dangerously fused with anger) I will
bloody destroy him for this. Who the hell does he think he is?
Vikram: relax
Ram� Don't do anything that will make matters worse�
Ram: I have
to do something� I created this mess� Don't worry� I won't do anything that
jeopardizes Priya's future� But I can't be a sitting duck while people point
fingers at her character�
Vikram: Ram
whatever you do, do it when you are calm and do it with composure.
Ram: Yeah,
Okay! Bye�
News and entertainment channels were set on fire the next morning, blazing on a determined path, which was ignited by the multi-billionaire Ram Kapoor.
News reporter:
This is Sam from ZeeTV news reporting live from Mumbai in front of Hope TOEFL
Institution. As you can see (looks back) behind me is Mr. Ram Kapoor standing
in the center of a pool of confused people. (pauses, pushing down on the
speaker earpiece nested against the enterance of his ear canal) We have just
receieved confirmation that Mr. Ram Kapoor is about to speak and address the
questions running through everyones mind. After all why has he called a press
conference and that too in this location? Join me on behalf of ZeeTV news in
unveiling this suspense.
Ram:
(dressed up cleanly in his black, pin striped suit with a bright red tie
dangling from his neck.) Everyone relax I will answer all of your questions but
first I have to say something. (The noise level gradual decreased allowing
Ram's voice to dominate) I would first like to thank everyone for coming here
on such short notice. Easily over 39 years of my life I hid from the same media
that today I have personally invited. But no matter how much celebrities try to
conceal their personal matter it somehow manages to make itself known to the
world. So today I want to come clean so that those at fault get punished
without anyone having to probe.
Sudhir sat in the living room
with a piping hot cup of his favourite adaark chai that went perfectly with a
fresh print of newpaper. Shipra sat across from him chopping vegetables in
preparation for lunch. Priya wiped the sink after rinsing the messy dishes from
breakfast. Karthik and Ayesha had left early, she had another shoot and he had
an early meeting. Drying her hands on a cotten cloth Priya annonced, "Ma,
Papa I am just going to grab my purse and than Natasha and I will be on our
way." She had not informed her parents about yesterdays conversation with
Mr.Metha. Instead she acted as if she wanted to try and apply for a job posting
at another college, which was a little farther away from their apartment.
Natasha took her sweet time
getting ready for work; the usual for a highly renowed fashion designer who was
humble at heart.
Natasha: (out loud to
herself) Yaar should a carry a sweater with me or not? No no no it will hide
the beauty of this dress. (she pauses) yeah but these days it's kind of chilly
and the last thing i need is another cold that will keep me away from work. Ek
kaam karti hoon. (she grabs the tv remote and switches it on) Lets see what the
weather is like today.
"For those of you who
dont know me, I am Ram Kapoor, the one who reporters are ruthlessly
tearing
apart these day in connection to my heated divorce. And as you know
Priya Kapoor is my wife, who i am still madly in love with. (whispers
stirred amongst the crowd of reporters who were having a field day with
this
exclusive revelation)
Natasha: What the hell are
you doing bhai? (She was about to grab her phone and call him when she heard a
voice coming from the enterance of her room. As quickly as she comprehended
what was about to happen, she turned around to face Priya, putting the remote
behind her back and hoping that her petite frame would serve sufficiently to
cover the TV screen. She stood stiffly, pressing down a button stubbornly on
the remote, which she had perceived was the power button. Instead of the TV
shutting off, the volume drastically increased and Ram's voice echoed off the
walls of their tiny apartment. Within seconds Shipra and Sudhir were also in
her room startled by the sound. Natasha moved aside and shut her eyes awaiting
for an eruption that she believed would surely ensue judging by the anger on
Shipra's face.
"Yes I love Priya and I
say that proudly."
"So than why are you
getting divorced?" someone shouted followed by, "Why are you telling
us this here?"
Ram sighed and continued,
"The reason that everything happened was because of me. I screwed up over
and over again. There are rumors circulating that Priya was pregnant before our
marriage. That knowledge is irrelevant because she was carrying my child and we
are married. All obvious facts aside, today i want to confess that i am the
culprit, the one who strangled my own happiness. You see, I took advantage of
Priya's emotions, playing my selfish game on her vulnerabilities. Why is it that whenever a
marriage falls apart, the woman is seen through suspicious lens? Why is it that
today this very college is refusing to hire her because of the past
circumstances that I had forced her into? If you must blame someone, direct
your fingers towards me. If you're so bored that you must talk about someone
than talk about me. You can label me as a bad husband but don't negate the fact
that the realization of my love for Priya has given me the strength to fulfill
the promises i made to her on our wedding day. I know its late, but better late
than never... Our entire relationship was based on revenge and she became the
innocent target of my rage. But if I had to go back and do it again the only
thing that I would change is telling her each and every day how fortunate I was
to have her because now that she's not in my life I feel the most steepest void
that no amount of time or alcohol can fill, trust me I've tried. She is the
reason that Kapoor Industries is prospering the way that it is today. And she
is the reason that my thousands of employees have a safe haven that they call
their workplace. They don't have to break their backs to provide for their
families because Priya taught me about humanity. If she can melt a rock like me
in just 6 months, imagine the impact she can have by teaching the students of
today to become the pillars of strength for this country tomorrow. But instead,
this (points to the college) institution insulted her credibility by denying
her a job. Mr. Metha (looks at him amongst the crowd), parents would be blessed
to have their child learn the true meaning of life. Take it from me, a
successful businessman may have empires but empires provide no comfort in the
solitude of your reality. You can love money but money will never love you
back. I would trade these very same empires in a heartbeat to have Priya back
in my life to erase all her pain; to put her on a pedastal next to my mom and
dadi, the other two most important people in my life. If I am what I am today,
the hint of goodness in my heart is because of these women. My mom kept me in
her stomach for 9 months before she gave me life. Priya endured me for 6 months
and taught me how to live... So to show her my gratitude I will live each and
every single day for Priya protecting her from the baseless remarks that she has
to hear on my expense... Mr. Metha it brings me such displeasure to see an
educated man like you guiding your judgement and actions on rumours that may or
may not be true. You know that Priya is a damn good teacher i can put
everything on the line to vouche for that. In fact, as of now for every job
offer that Priya receives from a college, I will donate 100 000 dollars to
charities in Mumbai that focus on empowering women who have been hurt by the
inhumaneness of men and our society as a whole. And for the job offer that
Priya accepts, Kapoor Industries will develop a partnership with that college
making it a known fact that any student who graduates from there will be
considered first whenever we are hiring. Thank you for your time�" Reporters
swarmed Ram who stood firmly with no desire to push through the curious mob. He
was more than willing to answer any questions that they had for him, which
would help in clearing Priya's name.
Natasha: (places
her hand on Priya's shoulder who stood blankly in front of the TV) Priya..? Are
you okay?
Shipra: (pushes
Natasha's hand off of Priya's shoulder and shrieks) okay?? What do you think
Natasha? Your brother has ruined any ounce of respect that this family had left
after he was finished. And you are asking if Priya is okay? Why doesn't your
brother crawl up in a corner and suffocate in his ego�
Priya: (she
screamed) MA STOP IT!!! This has nothing to do with Natasha� Why are you always
getting mad at her? This is my problem� It's between me and Mr. Kapoor� So
please don't worry I will fix it� (Storming past everyone, she went out the
door not the least bit concerned about what anyone had to say. She had heard it
all in the past few months and today was definitely the breaking point.)
Ram squinted his eyes trying
to shelter it from the irritating rays refusing to allow him to see clearly.
Normally, he could care less about the sight unfolding at a distance,
especially since he was engaged in the questions being hurled towards him. But
in this moment his heartbeats ran marathons inside of him making it a mission
for him to catch his breath. The more he tried to absorb the blurry image to
stabilize the sight, the less control he had over his heart. He felt guilty and
satisfied at once as he slowly began to unravel the reason behind his reaction.
Closing his eyes, he drowned out the sound of the reporters and focused in on
what his heart was trying to show him. He gulped, hoping that his saliva would
quench the nervousness drying out his throat before he uttered, "Priya�"
Reporters lunged towards
Priya, flashing the camera in her face, clicking and asking questions,
demanding an answer that she had every right to refute. Instead of
acknowledging the media's presence she continued walking until she stood right
next to Ram. "Mr. Kapoor�" she spoke confidently, attracting his attention as
he opened his eyes with the sweet reassurance that his heart foresaw her
arrival. The camera's continued shooting and flashing while the reporters stood
with their microphones gripped firmly in their hands adamantly recording.
"Priya, I knew you woul..." She interrupted, "Mr. Kapoor, just stop it. Who do
you think you are?" Reporters lurked forward, enticed by the twist. They were
more than ready to splice together the syllables necessary to serve the
spiciest dish to their viewers without even the thought of thinking twice.
Priya continued, "Do you think that shouting, screaming and creating a scene
will make what you did any better?" He shook his head from left to right and
looked at her angry expressions in belief. Did she really think that he did
what he did with the worst intentions at heart? She continued the perceived
massacre of his newly established emotions, "What you did was wrong and no
media channel in the world can sugar coat that fact, (she looked at the
flashing cameras and than back at him) literally since you have shared your so
called love for me, which you found somewhere buried in the rage that defined
our relationship, with the world." Ram objected sharply, he didn't mind her
words, her anger or even the pain that she was giving him but she needed to
know one thing that remained constant despite it all, "Priya I love�" Once
again she interrupted, "Enough Mr. Kapoor. You said what you felt needed saying
now it's my turn. You love me? (his head shook involuntarily up and down)
Whatever, you did in the past is exactly that�the past (he stared at her,
confused)� You don't have to do any of this anymore�I want a job based on my
own merits and I know I can do it� Everyone falls because it is important for
us to learn how to get back up. So please, if you want to donate to charities
do it out of the kindness of your heart. (She looked at Mr. Metha) And if you
want to hire me sir, do it because you truly believe that I can do the job, not
on the basis of any partnership. (Mr. Metha hangs his head low in shame. Priya
looks back at Ram who stood with his lips separated in shock) Please Mr. Kapoor
(she put her palms together) don't put me on a pedestal so high� Because one
day when you change your mind, I will fall so hard and never be able to get up
on my feet again. Don't take away the strength that defines me as an
individual. (He quickly grasped her hand, sheltering it within his firm grip.
Her body shivered against her will as he touched her, igniting a sense of pity
in her heart that was fueled by an awakened desire that she had actively
oppressed.) "Please Priya don't do this� I am sorry Priya; don't punish me with
your humbleness. I swear to god it will kill me." (He slowly moved her hand
down by her side, moving closer to her with his action�she gulped) "You don't
have to be sorry anymore�I forgive you!" Ram was overjoyed as the shadow of
grief moved off of his heart displaying a look of contentment on his face that
was uncontainable. Stifling Priya, before eliminating the hypothetical border
of separation between them he said in a sigh of relief, "I love you so much
Priya� so so much! And I am so sorry."
In a swift motion he enveloped her into the protective warmth of his embrace,
smothering her with his love that knew no boundaries in this moment and in his
heart for eternity. She felt warm, wet drops falling on her shoulders and
rolling down her back eventually crashing into his hands that were placed
firmly on her back, supporting her up against his body. She opened her mouth
and spoke in a tone that was audible to Ram and the surrounding, "I love you
too." His mind was in complete oblivion
to the present setting as he kissed the tip of her earlobe softly, feeling her
gentle quiver with his one simple action.
"Priya thank you so much, I swear you will never regret this� I swear�"
She suppressed her intense feeling of pleasure and whispered in his ears, "Mr.
Kapoor, everyone is watching."
Ram pulled her closer and
seductively stated, "So let them watch�I don't care�" She pleaded, "Please Mr.
Kapoor, let's go somewhere private. Besides, I need to go home�" Inhaling her
scent he fed his starving desire before he aided her in her struggle to break
free by releasing her from his grip but securing her palm in his as tightly as
comfortably possible. He stood as a barrier between the hungry reporters and
his love pushing his way through the crowd until they reached safely in the
car. With his hands still fused to hers refusing to ever let go, he spoke,
"Driver, take us to the Sharma house."
News Reporter: So
there you have it folks. All questions are answered� Mistakes are rectified or
atleast that's what it seems like from what we saw today� Thank you for
watching� We will keep you posted on any new news. Remember you will hear it
first on ZeeTV news! See you all tomorrow at the same time!
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