Ever had a moment so embarrassing that you wished the zameen would just swallow you whole? Well, that is what happened with our insecure and jalii jali Shweta. Well, let me enlighten you with the newest tale of jealousy taking over the mind and heart and in this case somebody else’s hair too. Picture this a crowded shopping showroom, a suspicious husband, and a case of mistaken identity. Bas, aur kya chahiye for chaos?
So Miss Shweta married to his so-called attentive an loving husband was out shopping, well do not forget this detail: She was alone.
So, Shweta was out shopping for her maxi at a lavish mall when she spotted her husband Rajesh entering a cafe shop with a mysterious woman. “Aaj toh range hath pakad dungi !” she thought, convinced that her pati parmeshwar was up to no good. Fueled by the rage of watching a fatakdi madam with her husband and curiosity she followed them inside like a CID detective on duty.
There they were, seated at a corner table, laughing and chatting away, sipping warm coffee sips. Rajesh primply dressed in glistened hair under the aesthetic fluorescent lights. Shweta’s blood was boiling. “How dare he! Yeh aadmi apne hi ghar ki izzat ka dhyan nahi rakhta!” she muttered under her breath.
She stormed up over to the table, her eyes blazing red with the fury of a thousand saas-bahu serial personalities her. Without any thought she grabbed a huge chunk of hair of his alleged “priya pati” and yanked it hard.
“To ye sab hal raha that mere peeth piche? Huh Rajesh!? She said yanking his hand again. Aise kaise kisi aurat ke saath coffee pee rahe ho?” she shouted, attracting the attention of the entire coffee shop. His thought-so husband turned around, horrified with her actions, and so did the woman he was with. That’s when Shweta realized two things:
- This man was not Rajesh.
- She had just yanked the wig off a stranger’s head.
- At this moment she knew she was fuc*ked up
The entire coffee shop erupted into laughter as the poor man, now sporting a shiny bald head, looked at Shweta in sheer disbelief. “Madam, main Rajesh nahi hoon! Aur yeh meri wife hai!” he said, pointing to the equally mortified woman beside him.
Shweta stood frozen, her face as red as a tomato. “Oh… uh… sorry,” she stammered, before bolting out of the coffee shop faster than you can say “galtifehmi.”
Back at home, Rajesh was lounging on the sofa, blissfully unaware of the drama that had unfolded. “Tumhara phone nahi uth raha tha,” Shweta mumbled, still recovering from the shock. Rajesh raised an eyebrow, “Mujhe to malls aur cafes see nafrat hai, tumhe to pata hai na pyari?”
Moral of the story? Always double-check before unleashing your inner Sunny Deol. Kyuki Jealousy knows no bounds and can conquer your mind with fury and we?we can conquer your phone with funny articles so keep reading Jealosy.in
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