05-11-2025, 06:17 PM
Scene 2
Riya slowly put the papers down. Rohan was still staring at her, looking miserable.
Riya: "Stop looking like a dog, Rohan. It is what it is." She tried to sound tough, but her voice cracked.
Rohan: "I'm sorry, Riya. I just... I don't know what to do."
A loud, booming sound, somebody yelled DINNER, pulled them out of the sad moment: it was dinner time.
They went downstairs for the big family dinner. The table was full of loud aunties and smiling uncles.
It felt less like a dinner and more like a court.
Everyone was talking, laughing, and eating but their eyes were always on Riya.
Aunty (loudly, but acting sweet): "Oh, Riya, you look a little weak today. You need to eat lots of desi ghee. You need to be strong for... for what is coming." She gave a pointed look at Riya's empty hands.
Uncle (chuckling): "Yes, yes! Rohan needs a strong junior to run this business! Don't worry, put some effort in!"
The whole table laughed, a cruel, sharp sound.
Riya felt her cheeks burn.
Her mother-in-law, Biji, a very traditional woman, cleared her throat. Everyone immediately went silent.
Biji (voice heavy with concern): "Enough! Riya, put your phone down. This modern doctor drama is not helping. We need some divine help, some blessing, not this doctor."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping.
Biji: "There is a very famous Baba Ji in the hills. He is very powerful. My cousin's son... well, he had the same problem. Baba Ji gave a sacred thread, and boom! Twin boys!"
Biji looked hopeful, with lot of faith. "We will go there. It is our only hope now."
Rohan, who had been quietly eating his food, looked up. He was tired of the silence, the judging, and the medical reports. He was ready to try anything. He just wanted his wife happy and the family quiet.
Rohan: "Okay, Biji. We will go. Riya, start packing for the hills. We are going to see Baba Ji."
Riya felt a swirl of relief and disgust. Relief that something was finally moving, and disgust that it had come to this, a desperate trip to a fake holy man. But looking at Rohan’s serious face, she simply nodded.
Riya: "Alright, Rohan. We'll go."
Riya slowly put the papers down. Rohan was still staring at her, looking miserable.
Riya: "Stop looking like a dog, Rohan. It is what it is." She tried to sound tough, but her voice cracked.
Rohan: "I'm sorry, Riya. I just... I don't know what to do."
A loud, booming sound, somebody yelled DINNER, pulled them out of the sad moment: it was dinner time.
They went downstairs for the big family dinner. The table was full of loud aunties and smiling uncles.
It felt less like a dinner and more like a court.
Everyone was talking, laughing, and eating but their eyes were always on Riya.
Aunty (loudly, but acting sweet): "Oh, Riya, you look a little weak today. You need to eat lots of desi ghee. You need to be strong for... for what is coming." She gave a pointed look at Riya's empty hands.
Uncle (chuckling): "Yes, yes! Rohan needs a strong junior to run this business! Don't worry, put some effort in!"
The whole table laughed, a cruel, sharp sound.
Riya felt her cheeks burn.
Her mother-in-law, Biji, a very traditional woman, cleared her throat. Everyone immediately went silent.
Biji (voice heavy with concern): "Enough! Riya, put your phone down. This modern doctor drama is not helping. We need some divine help, some blessing, not this doctor."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping.
Biji: "There is a very famous Baba Ji in the hills. He is very powerful. My cousin's son... well, he had the same problem. Baba Ji gave a sacred thread, and boom! Twin boys!"
Biji looked hopeful, with lot of faith. "We will go there. It is our only hope now."
Rohan, who had been quietly eating his food, looked up. He was tired of the silence, the judging, and the medical reports. He was ready to try anything. He just wanted his wife happy and the family quiet.
Rohan: "Okay, Biji. We will go. Riya, start packing for the hills. We are going to see Baba Ji."
Riya felt a swirl of relief and disgust. Relief that something was finally moving, and disgust that it had come to this, a desperate trip to a fake holy man. But looking at Rohan’s serious face, she simply nodded.
Riya: "Alright, Rohan. We'll go."
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