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Updated please! I can't wait! I really want to know what happen to Tanu. Tek se soh bhi nahi payi yaar, 🤣I keep looking at the forum every two hours to see if you have updated or not weird I know 🤣😆.
Update soon.😳
Amba sat on her swing, tapping her fingers on the armrest as she looked off into the distance somewhere. Jagan walked in through the front door, shoving his jeep keys into his pocket, stopping when he laid eyes on his sister in law.
"Arre, Parjai, what are you thinking about?" he asked, approaching her swing and standing in front of her.
"Manu," Amba responded, looking up at him. "He called me to tell me that he would break off Aman and Pammi's engagement but I he wouldn't tell me where he was."
Jagan smirked and shook his head. "When was this call? A few minutes back?"
"Yes," she replied, a surprised look on her face. "How do you know?"
"Because I saw him when I was driving back from the market today," he responded. "He was in disguise."
"Disguise?" Amba asked sceptically as she raised an eyebrow. She tipped her head to the side, keeping her eyes trained on Jagan as she asked, "What kind of disguise?"
"A Sikh one"-Jagan paused for effect-"I guess he wanted to blend in with the guys working at the Bajwas' place."
"What?!" Amba yelled, her bemused expression morphing into one of horror. "The Bajwas' place?!" He nodded, an amused expression on his face. She seemed not to notice, looking confused.
"But you said you saw him leaving the Bajwas' place around the time he called me..."
"So where is he now?" Jagan said, voicing the very question which was clearly plaguing his sister in law's mind.
Amba suddenly stood up, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she looked towards the door. She looked back at her brother in law and questioned him on the direction he saw his nephew walk off in. He gladly complied with her interrogation and even went as far as handing her his own jeep keys before she could even ask. Amba determinedly stomped toward the front door, ignoring the calls of Raavi who had just exited the kitchen.
Clearly, nothing was going to stop her.
Tanu looked up at Manu through teary eyes, shuddering as she said, "I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Manu asked, gently wiping her tears away.
"I-" she started but ended up choking on her own tears. Manu immediately pulled her into a soothing embrace, patting her on the back as she continued to sob. Something seemed to hit him right then and he pulled away from her in a rather abrupt fashion.
"You're not"-his gaze flickered toward her stomach-"uhh..."
She opened her eyes, her sobs dying down in her throat as she followed his line of sight. "No!" she exclaimed, her cheeks burning at the very suggestion. She looked down, her eyes tearing up again.
Manu scratched his head, or rather turban, awkwardly as he said, "I'm sorry. I guess sometimes I wonder how nothing has happened-"
"Me too," she sniffed.
"-I mean, it's been two years."
"Three," she corrected, looking unimpressed even through her unshed tears. "You men always forget the details. Us women never forget."
"Is this why you came looking for me?" he implored, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. "To talk about us, again?"
"Oh, so you're finally admitting that there is an 'us'?" she shot back, more irritation than sadness in her tone.
"That's not really the point," Manu argued feebly. "I followed you here because I thought you were in serious trouble."
"I am"-her chin wobbled-"The truth is, I..."
Amba arrived at Manu and Tanu's regular meet up spot, hopping off Jagan's jeep and creeping toward the tiny shack her son frequently used (unbeknownst to her) for his trysts with his childhood friend. She pressed herself flat against the outer wall of the shack right next to the entrance and peered into the room through the gap between the ajar door and its doorframe. Her eyes widened at what she saw.
Without further adieu, she barged into the room and tore her son away from his lover, effectively putting an end to their rather passionate kiss.
"Chi!" Amba shrieked as she twisted Manu's ear.
"Mummy!" Manu yelped.
"Please stop!" Tanu pleaded, visibly shaken by Amba's surprise appearance.
"Shut up, you dirty little prostitute! Don't think you can talk to me just because you've serviced my son!" Amba barked, reducing Tanu to tears in one fell swoop. "Run along to your next customer!"
"Mummy!" Manu shouted, finally getting (his ear) out of his mother's grasp. "Tanu isn't a prostitute! How could you even call her that?!"
"Why can't I?" Amba asked, sounding genuinely confused. "She sleeps with men for money, doesn't she? That makes her a prostitute."
"Your son is my first and last!" Tanu cried, wiping her tears away as they fell. "I've never been with anyone but him."
"Please don't cry, Tanu," Manu said softly, throwing a comforting arm her. He proceeded to pull her into his chest and rest his chin on top of her head. Amba's mouth dropped open.
"Oh, I see," she spoke dryly. "Vah vah, Manu! There I was, thinking of you as if you were still a child, but it looks like you're all grown up now! You've got your very own wh**e!"
"Mummy!" Manu warned, still holding Tanu close as he glared at his mother from over his lover's head.
"You're taking after your disobedient sisters, especially Simran," Amba commented before her gaze shifted to Tanu. "Is this wh**e pregnant, Manu?"
Tanu pulled away from Manu's chest. "No!" she exclaimed. "Why does everyone keep asking that!"
Manu looked down at her, confused. 'Everyone?' he mouthed.
Amba looked at Tanu in disdain before looking back at her son. "How long has this been going on?" she questioned, gesturing at the two of them.
"Since I was fifteen," Manu confessed. Tanu peered up at him in shock. He gave her a look of reassurance as if to tell her not to worry.
'Three years,' Amba thought. 'That's no typical affair. I have to end this before he decides he wants to marry her!'
"Manu, it's time we went home."
Originally posted by: QueenKordeilia
What are you talking about? You write in great detail whereas I'm writing in minimal detail due to the episodic style I'm using.You can't compare the two.Anyway, your writing is seriously good.
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