“Sorry bol to rahi hoon. Bolna nahi chahiye tab bhi bol rahi hoon. Ab to maan jayiye!”
“Wow, Ishqi so you think it’s okay to read someone’s diary without their permission?”
“My husband’s diary,” she corrected, rising to her feet, “aur wo bhi bachpan wali diary. Aapne to kaha tha aapka sab kuch mera hai. Ab kya hua? Aapki diary nahi padh sakti main?”
He stood unfazed when she looked down with her woeful eyes. “Ye emotional blackmail kaam nahi karne wala. Aaj to bilkul hi nahi.”
“Aap gussa exactly kis baat pe hai? Maine aapki diary padh li uss pe ya aapke naam se anaath bacchon me wo gifts baant diye jo aapne Santa se apne bachpan me mange the isliye?”
“Tumne kyun kiya aisa?”
“Kyun, nahi karna chahiye tha?” She wrapped her hands around him. “I wish koi aapke liye ye kar pata tab… but tab nahi to ab sahi lekin aap ab unn cheezo kya karte isliye maine jinhe unki zaroorat aur chahat thi unhe de di. Aap har saal kitna kuch karte hai zarooratmand baccho ke liye but being anonymous. Aap kabhi unse nahi milte-“
“Kyunki-“
“Kyunki unko dekhke aapko apna bachpan yaad aata hai. Apne parents ke bina bitaya hua waqt yaad aata hai.”
“Sab to pata hai tumhe…” Taking her hands off his back, he moved to the balcony.
She followed him. “Waise aapko pata hai wo bacche aapko kya bula rahe the? AS Claus. AVM Santa Claus! Accha hai na? Aapse milkar accha lagta unhe. Unki khushi dekh ke mera to din ban gaya, AVM. I think iss saal wo bacche mere liye Santa Claus the…”
“Tum kyun karti ho mere liye itna kuch,” he murmured, visibly lost in his thoughts.
“Kya kare, AVM! Laga laga laga re laga prem rog…” She chuckled after planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Kya soch rahe hai?” She poked him when he didn’t respond.
“Yahi ki kaun kiske liye Santa Claus hai. Main unn baccho ke liye. Wo bacche tumhare liye ya tum… mere liye?”
Ya
Tum
…
Mere
Liye!
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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
Lovely