Hello just in case you dropped in because of a post notification – Sorry!!! This is the duplicate draft of an old post which got posted – no idea how. But just in case you havent read it before would like to read here’s the link to the first part.
Sonu Aur Titu ki Lovely – I
And for SS readers – pssst planning on a Season 2
Part II – A Lovely Surprise
Sonu flicked another glance at the girl. “But you have to admit there are advantages of having a like this girl as your wife. She would be only too grateful to be marrying anyone, leave aside someone so handsome as you, not to mention well off as well.” He clapped his friend on the back. “And she won’t say much either if you have interests elsewhere.” He winked.
“But what about my reputation? What will everybody say when they see my wife is a behenji?”
“Relax Titu! Why worry when Sonu is here? Let’s play along until it’s time to pull the rug and get rid of the girl.” He grinned. “Sweety was one hell of a teacher – she gave me some pretty neat ideas.”
“What are you two boys doing standing over there in one corner and gossiping like girls?” Dadi called. “Come and meet Lovely.”
At the meeting venue after the initial rounds of niceties, a round of tea and snacks, Mrs. Sharma set the ball rolling. “Let the children get to know each other.” As everyone nodded, she added, “Sonu you also go along.” She smiled. “You don’t mind do you Lovely beta?” she asked the girl who dumbly shook her head.
“So your name is Lovely?” Sonu cursed himself for the inane remark. But he was rather short on inspiration and pressured to break the escalating silence and disdainful disapproval emanating from the girl. What business had she to look down upon them?!
“My name is Jigyasa but I asked too many questions and wasn’t beautiful enough so my granny changed my name to Lovely.” She met Sonu’s look of surprise calmly enough. “Are your names actually Sonu and Titu?”
Sonu coughed, “My name is Sudarshan and his name is Trilokpati.”
Lovely’s eyes gleamed through her thick spectacles, “The Master of the Three Worlds,” it was her turn to cough (or was it to smother a giggle?), “but not mine.”
They stared blankly at her.
“Why are you both so surprised?” She asked aggressively in contrast to her demure cat-got-my-tongue look earlier. “Oh I get it,” she nodded, “I am so plain and ugly that I would be grateful and ready to marry any man. Even if he looks panic stricken at the thought of being tied to me for the rest of his life and his best friend is already plotting ways to get rid of me.”
Sonu opened his mouth but no words came out of it. Titu didn’t even try to speak.
“Why don’t we sit?” She waved to the comfortable lawn chairs under a colorful umbrella. “Should I order something?” She asked as the waiter hovered obsequiously in the background.
They shook their heads.
She raised a hand, “Three cups of tea and one plate pkoras.” She turned to the boys. “Paneer or mixed?” The cat had got their tongues. She sighed and said, “Two plates, one of each.”
She looked at them and burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Huffed Sonu.
“You two,” she giggled, “if only you could see your faces.”
“So you were pulling our legs?” Sonu was on shaky ground. He couldn’t even decide whether that was better or not.
Lovely sobered and shook her head. “No. I am serious.” She paused. “I have no intentions of marrying you or anyone else. But,” she looked at them sternly, not unlike their 4th grade Hindi teacher, Mrs Dandona, “we won’t tell the others just yet.”
“Why not?” Sonu asked suspiciously.
“I have my reasons.” She said shortly.
“And why should we go along with you?” Sneered Sonu.
“Because if you don’t,” her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed (Mrs Dandy for sure!) “I will marry Titu.”
“Not if I can help it,” snapped Sonu immediately on the defensive.
Lovely looked at him pityingly. “You are a glutton for punishment aren’t you?”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you learn anything from your run in with Sweety?”
They gaped at each other. “You know?”
“Every sweet little detail, down to the tiny mole near Sweety’s belly button.” Her lips curled.
“Who are you?” An all too familiar sinking feeling enveloped Sonu. It was déjà vu. He stood up with his fists clenched. “Who sent you? Sweety?” He hissed.
“Relax!” Lovely rolled her eyes. She sat back as the waiter returned with their order. “Mmm hot sweet tea and crispy pakoras, what more can one want right? Go on dig in.” she urged before busying herself with the steaming goodies.
“Tell us,” Sonu bit out, “Otherwise…” he put a hand on Titu’s shoulder and stood up.
“So how’s it going?” Sonu and Titu turned around in surprise. Ghastiram stood there with a benign expression on his face. “Ah pakoras!” He reached out and helped himself to one. “Why are you boys standing?” He asked. “Urgent call of nature?” He laughed at his own joke. “Sit down, sit down.” he urged Titu.
“Please sit Dadaji,” Lovely got to her feet. “Please have a cup of tea.”
“No thanks beta.” He put his hand on her head in blessing. “You know Titu, Lovely is a very sweet girl.” He cast her an affectionate glance. “I’ve heard nothing but praises from everyone.” He patted her head “So warm and giving. And very mature and understanding.” He patted Titu. “Since she is my chuddi-buddy’s granddaughter, I didn’t want to keep her in the dark about anything. That’s why I told her all about Sweety and Pihu and,” he shook his finger at him, “you better tell her all about any other girl whom you may have had in your life. Best to start on a clean slate.” He took another pakora. “Carry on.” He said genially and moved away.
“He told you about Sweety?!” Sonu whistled.
“I don’t believe this!” Titu wore a dazed look, “Dadaji told you about the mole near Sweety’s belly button?”
Lovely shook her head. “No. He gave me all the wedding ceremony videos, including the jaymala.” She paused. “He wanted me to take an informed decision.” There was a faint note of incredulity in her voice. And a sneer.
“Oh so that is why you don’t want to marry Titu? Not that he’s desperate to marry you.” He exchanged a glance with Titu. “As if anybody could be.” He completed under his breath.
But she heard.
She stiffened and her lips twisted. “That suits me fine.” She looked at them with defiance. “I have no desire or intention to get married.”
Sonu relaxed. He reached out and took a pakora. “So why did you agree to come today?”