“Tumhe yaha nahi aana chahiye tha, Ishqi!”
“Kyun nahi aana chahiye tha?”
“Tum janti ho kyun nahi aana chahiye tha! Tumhe already meri wajah se kafi problem ho chuki hai! Main nahi chahta ab aur -“
“Sab aap hi decide karenge?” She sharply cut him off, not shying away from expressing her displeasure.
“Ishqi, main -“
“Bas kariye, AVM aur chup chap chalte rahiye!” She led the way until he matched with her speed. Letting silence dominate the conversation for a minute or two, she glanced at his visibly disturbed self. “Life me kabhi kabhi cheeze ek ke baad ek galat hi hoti jati hai lekin iska matlab ye nahi hai ke hum unko lekar baith jaaye. AVM, cheeze apne aap thik nahi hoti. Unhe thik karna padta hai and I am sure… I am sure – aap sab thik kar lenge! Rhea ke saath aapka rishta bhi!”
“Koi rishta hota to thik karta, Ishqi. Rhea aur Dadi ne assume kar liya that I like Rhea. Bina mujhe bataye party me engagement announce kar di aur fir pata nahi kisne aur kyun tumhare aur mere photos morph karke scandal bana diya! I genuinely feel so guilty. Tum bata nahi rahi ho lekin I know tumhe kitni problem hui hogi!”
“Haan to thik hai na. Hui problem to hui. Jitna hum baat ko kheechenge wo utni hi kheechti jayegi! Kab tak uss ko pakad kar apne aap ko hurt karte rahenge? Cheeze chhodna seekhiye, AVM!”
“Tum itni sorted kaise ho?”
“Tutions chahiye aapko?”
“Dogi tum?”
“Soch lijiye, AVM. Meri fees kafi expensive hai! De paayenge aap?”
“Tum janti ho… main afford kar sakta hoon. Tell me, how much? Kya hai aapki fees, Madam?”
“Aapki khoyi hui muskurahat!”
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This is a random piece of fiction. Absolute imagination. Kind of a random mini tale based on the picture on the characters named Ishqi and Aahan from the show Ishk Par Zor Nahi.Â