“Tum Maasi se kya baat kar rahi thi?”
“Aap humari baatein chhup ke sun rahe the the? Aapke hi-fi manners kaha gaye? Apne denial ke pool me baha diye?”
“Jo nahi chahte ke unki PERSONAL baatein kisi ke kaano par pade – unhe door lock karna seekhna chahiye. na ki dusro ko blame karna!”
“Haan bilkul! Ahaan Veer Malhotra ki kabhi galti kaise ho sakti hai! Aap to Ahaan, the Mahaan hai, right?”
“Baat mat ghumao. Jo pucha hai wo batao!”
“Kyun? Main aapki employee hoon? Aapki behen hoon? Hone wali wife hoon? Kis haq se – kis haq se aap jawab maang rahe hai?”
“To tum nahi bataogi?”
“Aap mere sawal ka jawab de dijiye. Main aapke sawal ka jawab de dungi!
“Forget it. Mujhe kuch nahi jaanana! Not that it makes a difference anyway!”
“To puch kyun rahe the??
“MAAF KARO. GALTI HO GAYI!” He slapped his hands together, joining his palms in front of her before he took himself a stride away from her.
“Aapko zaroorat hi nahi mehsoos honi chahiye thi, AVM. Especially after what I said through that poem. But fine. Aapko fir bhi sunna hai to thik hai! Aapne jo bhi suna – sach hai. Thi meri koi list. Apne life partner ko leke. Jiska ek bhi point Mayank tick nahi kar paaya but jiska har ek point aapne tick kar diya. Khush? Ab kya? Koi matlab hai Iska? Aapko to bachkana lag raha hoga na!”
His clenched fist fell open as her words confirmed what he had been thinking about.
“Hai koi matlab, AVM?” Her voice cracked. “Koi matlab nahi hai!” She forced her feet to turn away from him.
“Kisne kaha?” He backtracked on his feet, holding her wrist before she could walk away. “Mere liye tumhari har bachkani baat ka matlab hai! Mere liye tumhari har baat ka matlab hai, Ishqi! Tumhari har baat ka!”
Tumhari
Har
Baat
Ka!
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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.
Awwwieee 🥺😩💘
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