[OMG I am totally flaunt seeing your responses. So here is another shot as per your request.Few dialogue I have wrote bengali(My mother tongue), but however for not that reason, there is one neighbor child three year doll, the way she pronounced half bangla, half english, half hindi in her sentences. it just aww
. So I want to write some where little Geet gonna kill us with her cutness(opps! it just other way to aww) and Don’t worry I have provided the translation.
‘sundor’ (beautiful, kubsurat) it is quite similar to hindi word ‘sundar’.
Warning! Everything you are reading is as fictional for entertainment purpose. Anything I happen to write doesn’t mean I glorify in real life.
“babhiiii” a small figure ran to Maan’s mother shouting excitedly.
“Geet, babhi nahi, aunty” Geet mother immediately try to rectify her words, as Geet will always say what her mother say. Even sometimes she start calling her mother with her name ‘Pammi’ because her father call.
“Ma” Geet corrected holding Maan’s mother leg smiling at her showing all her teeth, Because Maan call her ‘Ma’ so she does.
“Ma, Methee sunni[sundor, Geet beautiful]” Geet said childish language, beautiful showing her both tiny hands as henna’s stained came dark red.
“Amar Geet toh kub sundar mehendi lagaiyase(wow, my Geet had applied beautiful mehendi)”Maan’s mother praised in bengali, in her mother tongue language her kissing her both little palms and pulled Geet on her lap and make her sit on the bed and kissed her cheek, appreciating Geet’s patience she had kept her henna for half an hour, even Pammi had dried her henna with hair dryer to dry fast.
“Maal bole Maal Methee foleval” Geet announced happily[Maal say Maal Methee Forever].
Maan’s mother smiled at innocent dialogues who even started to saying some bengali words learning from her, till now she couldn’t make her son say one word in bengali because her son had arrogantly born with all Panjab pride.
“Maal Methee play folevel” Geet explained cutely because now onward they both can play forever whenever they want and one one will stop them.
Both of mothers face itched with worried and concern looked regarding their children future.
Once again cute little Geet threw tantrum while wearing dress when her mother didn’t give in to her demand, she start crying.
“Misty, why are you crying?” There Maan was trying to clam her.
“She want to wear, she doesn’t want. I don’t understand what she want” Pammi throw hand in the air frustratedly, as from 20 minute she trying to make wear dupatta but she couldn’t make Geet satisfied anyway, throwing tantrum saying that she can’t see with the veil but when Pammi remove it, she started crying that she want veil on her face but she can’t see. And Pammi had no clue what Geet want.
“No” Geet cried more, making her face red.
“Wow, Geet you look so beautiful” Maan putting the veil covering her face and said hoping she might stop crying.
“How…how” she sniffed “how meethe sunni (sundor,beautiful) when maal no see Meethe?” She asked raising her both hands where red bangles jiggled. To her logic if she can’t see then no one can see her face. (
“But Misty…” Maan paused thinking what she meant “wait” Maan ran from there to get the things from his mother. After few minutes he came back with the right thing what he want and he removed Geet duppata, draped Geet’s face with red shifon duppata.
“See Now I can see you. Misty is so beautiful,” he praised her “now will you stop crying?” Maan asked Geet, who just sniffed
and nodded her head smiling which means she was satisfied.
Geet’s mother thanked to Maan otherwise whole night Geet would have cried until she had not given on her demand.
“Maal…” Geet said meekly holding Maan’s hand, he could understand it was her frightened gesture “mama say no play wit fayal(fire)” where fire was burning infront of them, as Geet’s mother always warned about the fire, but today she allowed her to play with fire saying that if doesn’t play she and Maal can’t be forever and can’t play together also. But still she was scared of the fire, but also she wanted to be Maal Methee foleval.
“Its okay Misty, I am here” Maan console her.As they both are getting married to their grandparents wish, and they kept it totally discreet as Maan and Geet parents were not at all happy with this marriage even though they thought in future they could turn their friendship to turn relationship but not now, when children had no know the meaning of this pure relation.
“What if Methee halt (hurt) maal cly fol Meethe” Geet pouted, looking at the fire, she knew that if she is hurt Maan will cry for her more than her, and she don’t want to see him sad because she will be sad too (aww..
When the priest reciting the mantra told them take pheres.
Maan and Geet parents told them to do, they obeyed.
Maan took geet’s little hand in his hand and said “I will never let you hurt, Misty. I will be always with you. I will take care if you hurt, and will always make you happy. “
“Foevel?”Geet asked with big eyes.
“Forever.” He replied smiling
“Always Maal Methee” Geet looked at him innocent eyes with the hope.
“Always” Maan promised, making Geet eyes twinkled with happiness.
However, unknowingly two souls were bound in life partner for forever.
Maan’s mother tucked Maan in bed kissed his forehead bidding him night. But he was still awake, as he was scared of dark, which was obvious for a ten year boy. Even though he assured his mother he was a big guy and he can sleep alone.
Suddenly he stiffened when heard some noise in his dark room. He was almost holding his breath until a small voice whispered to him “Maal”
“Misty” Maan sighed immediately relaxing from his frightened state.
“What are you doing here?” He on the bed side lamp to lightened the dark room.
“Mummy say Meethe big girl, Methee seep(sleep) alone” Geet said trying to getting up on his bed with her little feet who was still in her leghenga except duppata as she still didn’t take it off. For that she once again cried to her mother because its “my sunni dress” (beautiful dress) and she wouldn’t removed it.
“Then why are you here?” Maan asked, as Geet’s parents trying to make her sleep in separate room to get her used to it.
“Methee seepy” geet pouted her pink lips.
“Then why you are in my room?”
“Meethe s-cat(scared) to seep(sleep) alone” Geet eyes almost filled with waters at any moment she will cry out.
“You shouldn’t be scared otherwise you will not my good wifey” Maan said firmly, but it was to only encourage her, so she don’t frighten again.
“But Methee small” she pink lips quivered with his word, how could he say she will be not good wifey, as she was still so small
“Meethe Maal’s good wifey”
“No, you will be not if you are scared” he retorted
“Meethe good wifey” she said forcefully with her pinks lips still quivering any moment she will cry.
Maan didn’t argue further seeing her face where the tear flood gate was waiting to be open in any second.
“Meethe good wifey, ok” she said once again, trying to make him clear that she was his good wifey “Now..now Meethe small, when Meethe big wifey Meethe no s-cat” she forced her word out from her quivering lips and blinked her eyes to clear her tear from her eyes.
When Maan kept silence, small Geet forced him to say “Say, Meethe Maal’s good wifey” he turned his face to other side, as he will never say that.
But the end Maan had to give into her words as she was his good wifey otherwise she will not go or let him sleep until he bow down to words.
Maan wanted to glare at small Geet who saw smiling for her victory(Oh my god she is such a cutiepie), but he refrain from doing it. Because now he doesn’t want to take her smile from lips where she won once again in their conversation.
“Meethe seepy” saying that small Geet lay on the bed without asking his permission because she was too sleepy to talk with him.
As well Maan slept beside her and closed his eyes smiling though now defeated by his little wifey but when he will grow up he will take all the revenge from his cute little wifey. Unaware of the future, that winning from the cute little wifey will be quite impossible.