“Aapko kya lagta hai aap kuch bhi karenge aur main ‘bhala hai bura hai jaisa bhi hai, mera pati mera devta hai’ gaaungi? My foot, AVM! MY FOOT! Main koi haai bechari nahi hoon aur ye baat aap bohot acchi tarah se jante hai! Jante hai ya nahi? Arey boliye…”
“Aap bolne de to ye bechara banda kuch bole!”
“Bechara Banda? Bechare Bande apni wives ke phones mein tracker nahi lagate, Mr. Malhotra!”
“Jin wives ki apne husbands ko bina bataye, bina involve kiye risky missions pe akele nikal jaane ki history hoti hai unn husbands ko majbooran apni wives ke phone mein tracker lagana padta hai, Mrs. Malhotra. Kya kare… pyaar jo karte hai!”
“James Bond wale pyaar se mujhe pyaar nahi hai rather nafrat hai…”
“Hume to aapki nafrat se bhi mohabbat hai, Mrs. Malhotra!”
“SHUT UP, AVM!”
“Fine. Fine.” He held his hands up in surrender upon sensing her raging frustration. “Aur tum bhi… bas karo ab.”
She clenched a fist, ready to attack him when she heard no regret in his voice.
Taking her stole from her hand, he circled it around her waist as he pulled her closer before tying the ends around his back. “Kaash main tumhe aise rakh sakta… humesha… apne paas lekin nahi na rakh sakta isliye tracker jaisi cheeze karni padti hai!”
“Main apna khayal rakh sakti hoon, AVM!”
“When have I ever said otherwise? Main tumhara khayal isliye nahi rakhta kyunki mujhe lagta hai tum apna khayal nahi rakh sakti, Ishqi. Main tumhara khayal isliye rakhta hoon kyunki mujhe tumhara khayal rakhna pasand hai! Tumhe mere protection ki zaroorat nahi hai, jaanta hoon main aur tumhe protect karna kabhi meri zaroorat rahi bhi nahi hai. Tumhe protect karne ka haq hona… ye to meri kismat hai, Ishqi!”
Ye
To
Meri
Kismat
Hai!
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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.