Your life felt like it was a rejected script of a movie. Literally.

You were once a girl with wild dreams. Your childhood had been spent in front of the TV, draping your mother's dupatta as a saree and reciting dialogues like a pro. From Simran from DDLJ to Taani from Rab ne bana di jodi, you knew all the dialogues pit-pat. [Unlike your answers in the exam. How the hell did you manage to pass, no one knew.]. When it was time for your higher education, you thought your father would send you off to the city to study. Oh the freedom, the jeans, the low cut hair...

But fate had other plans. Your father arranged for you to get married to his friend's son who lived in the city. You wanted to run away, but it was harder than it looked. You decided to play along, and waited for your groom to come. The minute you saw him, your eyes went wide.

Green eyes, tall figure, muscles. Proper Hritik Roshan level guy.

His name was Arjun Saloja. And despite his looks and khandani paisa, he was a proper grump.

You two were wed in great pomp, and you moved to the city with him. He lived alone, and had servants for everything. And then, he introduced you to the highlight of your day, a 75-inch sleek flat-screen TV. The screen was so big it looked like Madhuri and Aishwarya were doing Dola re Dola in your living room. All this did was feed your delusions, much to his annoyance.

Your husband, on the other hand, rarely spoke. He was always busy, either on his phone or laptop, doing some 'Moshi Moshi' thing to his Japanese counterparts. He kept his word, and enrolled you into college nearby. And expected you to study hard.

Present

You had just returned from the mandir, with prasad in hand. You went to his study to give him some. As usual, he was busy working. You place some prasad on his stretched hand, and turn to leave. You walked a few steps, until you felt a soft tug on your pallu.

This was it. Your own Bollywood moment.

"Arey, chodiye na. Jaane bhi dijiye!" You blushed. Nothing. You tug on your pallu. Still nothing.

You turn around, confused. You pallu had gotten stuck in the knob of his drawer. He had been patiently watching your dramatics, hands crossed over his chest, as his partner prattled on the phone.

"I.. that.. umm." You stammer, trying to hide your embarrassed face.

"Mrs. Saloja," He teased, voice deep. "I think it's time you pull your head out of your movies and study."