Main Samjhunga… Humesha

Ye banda ajeeb nahi mahaajeeb hai. She concluded upon watching him turn back on his feet without countering the series of taunts that she had made on him.

She had managed to conceal the surprise that had flickered in her orbs at his uninvited presence at her place but his unusual silence had been more bothersome.

“Rukiye.”

He commanded his feet to walk faster, not letting her voice change their mind.

“Naam Teen Banda Mean,” she murmured before running after him, “maine kaha rukiye.” She managed to grab his blazer from behind. “Rukiye maine kaha.” She quickly let go of him, jumping in front of him. “Maine aapse itna kuch kaha. Aap bina sunaye kaise jaa rahe hai?” Her narrowed eyes conveyed her suspicion. Something had to be off with him.

“Let me go.” His downcast eyes refused to look at her.

“Haan to jaaiye na lekin batakar jaaiye aap aaye kyun the? Aapko pasand nahi isliye maine Sonu se milna tak band kar diya hai. Ek hafte se main to yaha thi bhi nahi. Main nahi thi to aapki life to mast dhinchak chal rahi hogi to yaha kaise?”

“Dhinchak?”

“Lo. Inhe Dhinchak bhi nahi pata. Inke liye to alag se dictionary banwani padegi,” she muttered to herself.

He pocketed the envelope in his hand. “I am sorry.”

“Kis liye?”

“Uss din tum se jo kaha… please ho sake to bhul jana. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Par hurt to kiya na? Just because main aap jitni sophisticated nahi hoon ya fir meri language aapse thodi alag hai ya fir kyunki aapko lagta hai mere Mummy Papa ne meri parvarish -“

“Ishqi, please.” He cut her off, not able to stand the very same words that he had once spoken. “Mujhe… pata nahi tha.”

“Kya nahi pa-” She left her words unsaid, as things finally started making sense to her. Her gaze went inside her home before she chuckled at him. “Oh… to isliye aaj koi taana nahi hai aapke paas? Sympathy dikha rahe hai mujh jaisi haai bechari ko? Aapki jaankari ke liye bata doon – na to main koi haai bechari hoon aur na hi mujhe aapki sympathy ki koi zaroorat hai. To apni sympathy kisi aur ke liye bachakar rakhiye!”

“Na mujhe sympathy dikhane ki aadat hai aur na tumhe uski zaroorat. No matter what I say – tum mujhe galat hi samjhogi to better hai mujhe jaane do.”

“Bol to aise rahe hai jaise maine gardan par chaku rakhkar hostage banakar rakha hai inhe.”

“Tumhe hostage pata hai?”

“Nahi nahi. Mujhe kaise pata hoga? Hi-fi vocabulary par to sirf teen naam wale logo ka copyright hai na. Mujh jaisi ek naam wali ko kaha kuch pata hoga…” Her sarcastic smile gave away how annoying he was truly being.

He let out a sigh. “I am sorry. Mera wo matlab nahi tha.”

“Aisi baate karte hi kyun jo aap mean nahi karte?”

“Karni padti hai. Tum nahi samjhogi.”

With an indifferent shrug, she stepped aside allowing him space to leave.

“Ab khade kyun hai? Jaaiye na?” She almost yelled to see him still standing there.

He silently walked toward his car, not allowing himself to retort to anything that she said.

Just as he opened the door of his car, his head slightly tilted but he ensured not to look back at her. “Ishqi…”

“Ab kya hai? Dhinchak ka matlab samjhau?”

“Pata hai tumhe kabhi zaroorat nahi padegi lekin if at all someday you need to vent – let me know. I’ll be there. Tumhe mere baare me jo bhi lagta ho lekin main… samajh sakta hoon. Jab kabhi bhi tumhe lage koi nahi samjhega… mujhse kehna. Main samjhunga. Humesha!”

Humesha!

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Kehne Ki Ho Dil Mein Koi Baat… Mujhse Kaho!
Koi Pal Ho Din Ho Ya Ho Raat… Mujhse Kaho!
Koi Mushkil, Koi Pareshani Aaye!
Tumhein Lage Kuchh Theek Nahin Haalat… Mujhse Kaho!

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.