"Chachuuuuuuuuuu!" at the sound of her voice, Behzad looked up from his desk with a slight frown. He had been working for the last few hours. It was the end of the month, the project he had been working on was finally coming to an end, so the workload was excessive. Was he dreaming? Probably! He told himself. Why on the earth would Mehr shout? So, unlike her.
"Alaaaaaaaaaaa.... App kahan hain.." She spoke again.
Deciding that it was better to check up on her than waste time in speculations, Behzad left the room. Heading downstairs with long strides he wondered what in the hell was wrong with Mehr-un-Nisa? So, unlike her to sing! She was super conscious of her voice. Had he ever heard her sing before? NO!
And why was she singing "Khaldii Chachu Khaldi chahuuu come come come, aye gaye kintay mausam!"
And what was she even saying? Come come come! Nonsense! He smiled as he imagined her expression when she'd come to the realization of what she was shouting! Cute. He found it really cute that she got all his dirty jokes that were going in his head.
The time when Abdullah had asked her if she wanted a chest piece, and she had replied "Mere pass hai...." to that question flashed through his brain. He'd never forget that. He had tried to hold his smile. And then she saw him, and she knew what was going through his mind. Her scarlet face as she bit her lips in embarrassment. Perfection!!!
He was instantly consumed with worry. What in the hell was wrong with her? As he hurried through the hallway, a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind. If this was her idea of prank, he was going to lose it. Despite the fact that he rarely lost his temper.
His hands gripped the railing as his pace quickened. It was taking him forever to reach the TV longue.
"Uff Allah! Sorry bhai Sahab, dekhain abhi Ala ati he hoon ge..." He heard her voice.
Bhai Sahab? His heart was driving in sharp blows. And truth be told he was panicking! The cool dude Behzad Haider was panicking!
"Alaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa........"
What he saw in the main hall, caused him to stop short in the center. Mehr-un-Nisa was sitting on the sofa looking dazed as she stared into space. Her cheeks were the darkest shade of pink he had ever seen. While a man in his early fifties stood there with his hands folded in-front of him. By the looks of the man, he seemed just as clueless as Mehr-un-Nisa.
Was she drunk? He would never have pegged her as the wild ones. He was no one to judge given he himself partied a lot, but the haram stuff was where he drew line. Occasional smokes or sheesha or hukkah with friends was so different from getting drunk. And she used to school him on that.
"JEE bhai sahab?" He said as he walked to stand in-front of the man.
"Behzadddddddddddddddd..........." She tried rising and then fell.
"Meri Uber k 1000 ruppay inhon nay denay hain par agr ap dain dain tu main jaon. Inko tu kuch hosh nai hai..." The man spoke, finally relived to find Behzad.
"Nai nai Bhai Sahab, isay nai-"Mehr spoke but stop dead in the track as she noticed his iris dilating as he gave her the look gesturing with his finger to keep quiet. Turning back to the guy, he took out his wallet and handed over the thousand ruppess.
"Bari Meharbani Bhai Jaan apki." He spoke as he followed the guy out the main door.
So many questions he wanted to ask! Questions that were plaguing his mind. But he had to see to the man first. When he returned, Mehr was trying to make it too her room. Her movement was languid, as if she was moving in the pool pushing around the waves of water. Her hair was slipping infront of her forehead.
"Kidhar?" he asked.
Becoming aware of his presence, Mehr glanced over her shoulder with a lopsided smile.
"......" She said nothing. Just pointed towards the staircase.
"Mehr-un-Nisa kidhar say aa rahi ho...Idhar dekho!"
Mehr turned her face towards him. Still her index finger on her lips, she looked at him waiting for him.
His frown deepened. Behzad approached her while she continued to look at him with her huge eyes. His panic transformed rapidly into outrage at the realization that she was in this state alone with an UBER DRIVER. Followed by amusement as he realized their roles were reversed. Damnation. He very much preferred her-living-by-the-rules-self.
"Idhar aoo...." He commanded in a soft voice.
She bobbled her head in a 'no'.
When he gave her the look, she gave him the look followed by
"Achaa....Ghusa nai karno gay na...." She slurred and then giggled.
"Par apko tu ghusa ata he nai......" She said as she followed him and fell on the sofa with near the fireplace. He liked how she kept switching between the app and tum with him.
"Ahhhhh !! Pata hai, that I like about you. Ghusa he nai ata.... Insan ko aesa hona chahiye... Aesa nai k ghusa aya tu cheeknay lage....Aur phir maarna shuru kar dia.... But there is a lot more that I like about you..." Her voice broke as she stared into the fireplace. Her eyes shining with the unshed tears and then she giggled.
How wrong she was. He fisted his hands by his side to control himself for shaking her and asking her who the f*** dared to beat her? Gosh, he wanted to kill any man who touched her!
Staring into her drowsy glittery dark eyes and flushed face, Behzad asked.
"Mehr.... who hit you?" He asked.
"Ahmad......did but I shouldn't be sad about it....Its over.Nai?"
Behzad couldn't help so he reached out to finger a trailing lock of her hair that fell on her eyes, his thumb sliding along it. He shouldn't be touching her, but he couldn't help himself. The fire that derived from the simplest contact with her set all his nerves alight. "Hmm, it is." he said in reply to her question as he wiped the tear drop that escaped her eyes.
AHMAD YOU PIECE OF CRAP, tumhain tabah kar doon ga... He wanted to shout but just hmmed calmly.
"There should always be a happy ending to everybody's story? Nai?" She asked. She had picked that 'nai' from him and he was glad that it was only 'nai' she had picked. He would really hate to see Mehr cuss like him.
"Humesha nai..." he replied to her question. It was true. Not everyone gets their happy ending. There was him.
"Hmmm ....... Isi liye I don't have one.... Fatima appa got her second chance with Muaz bhai. I shipped them so hard. MashAllah" she told him as her eyes smiled excitedly.
"What have you been drinking Mehr?" He murmured....
"Drinking? Pani.....hehhehe", She said only for him to give a cheeky smile.
"Ohh you mean PEENA....as in ....
chaar bottle vodkaaa kaam mera roz
na mujhko koi rukoay na kisi nay roko sooooooooooooo......
I wannaa hang overrr tonightttt" She sang the lyrics and Behzad fought the urge to face palm his self.
"Mehr-un-Nisa! Raat ho rahi hai.... Sub so rahay hain....Shhh" He mumrmed.
"Oh...sub so rahay hain..." She whispered as she looked into his eyes.
"Umm hmm !"
"Chup rahoon?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
"Hmmm"
"Bilkul bhi na kuch bolon?"
"Hmm......"
"Phir main yeh kesay bataon ge k mainay kuch nai piya ! Do you want to smell my breath? "She said as she opened her mouth without waiting for his response!
"Mehr-un-Nisa kidhar say arahi ho?" He amended.
"Bahir say...." She replied and he realized how much she had wanted to strangle him for his stupid ass replies. He decided he'd apologize to her in the morning for that.
"Bahir kidhar say and why is your hand on your cheek? Kisi nay hath tu nai uthaya" He asked softly.
"Dentist.... He was a baddie... Wisdom tooth nikal liye. Aur ice-cream bhi nai de...." She pouted as she looked at him squinting her nose, finally removing her hand to reveal the swollen cheek.
"With the wisdom tooth gone, now I am stupid.... Like you want your girls to be? Do you like me now?" She asked blinking at him.
I like you MEHR! WITH YOUR WISDOM and without it! He wanted to shout. Gosh it was taking everything in him to stop himself from touching her! She regarded him compassionately.
"I missed you so much.....You were my best friend, my shawty. You fucked up and then you aren't even sorry. And I don't really care now that you are best friend with Amna and all the other girls. But secretly I do care. You want me and Bestie to be friends with them. But they don't like me. Bestie can see it, but you can't! How could you not see that they are being mean to me? Somedays, I think are you even my friend? I know that you are. You'd make me feel so special and important. And phir uske bad you'll treat me like shit. Ignore me and I'd wake up thinking what I did to deserve the indifference.
I thought about you 'roz' when you were gone. Hoped that you were doing good. Because you get my meme and sitcoms references.....And because you know I cheat in monopoly. But guess what, you'll always have a special place in my heart, no matter how badly you funk it up... " She spoke.
"You won' tell anyone, will you?" She asked.
"Kya?"
"Yehi k I don't have wisdom tooth and I am stupid......"
"No," he promised gravely.
"But I'm afraid they're going to know regardless."
She frowned sadly at him.
"Owww! Dard ho raha hai....." She spoke.
She was still under the effect of anesthesia. Didn't the dentist give her a painkiller or whatever?
"Didn't your doc give you medicines?" He asked.
"Dant main nai bhudhu! Sar main dard ho raha hai.... Aur thora sa dil main bhi" She replied as she ruffled his hair giving him a childish smile. The action reminded him of his mother. Mama, who used to ruffle his hair and smile affectionately at him whenever he would say something stupid.
His lips twitched.
"Why did you not take anyone with you?"
Mehr averted her face from him. "I don't want to talk about that."
"umHmm."
She looked back at him, her gaze narrowed. "iska kya matlab hai?"
"Kuch bhi nai"
"Jee nai. That was not ordinary 'hmm.' It was a disapproving 'umhmm.'
"I was wondering."
"About me?" she asked. "Hmm" He replied.
"Mehreen Khala was busy. Aur apka bestie apni bandi k sath busy tha...And Mustufa's girl doesn't like you hanging out with Mustufa..." He stated.
He saw from the shadow that passed over her expression that his guess was on the mark.
"Why didn't you ask me?" he asked, watching her closely.
"Because I couldn't guess if today was the day "Behzad is Mehr's friend" day or not."
"Because I am trying to figure it out.... I can't do this. I can't. I can't pretend that I won't miss you when you are gone. Because I did miss you last time and I will miss you, this time. I will miss us, and the things we do, or we used to do. Or the jokes we shared or the fights we had." She replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the word. "
"It doesn't work like that. Somedays I wake up and think, what was it that I did that made you leave? Or what have I done to deserve the shade that you throw? And please don't insult me by saying you don't. You do it. And I know you do!"
"You know," she said dreamily, "you're not nearly as tall as Ibrahim..."
"There's a surprise," he said dryly.
"I love and prefer tall men. But for some reason," she continued, "I still find you attractive." It was a good thing that she had closed her eyes, for if she had seen his expression, she might not have continued.
"There is something about you that makes me feel.......... I don't know. You make me want to do shocking things. Like fixing your hair. Maybe it's because you're so.... uff Do you think I have OCD? I don't. I don't wanna fix anybody's hair excepts yours. Because you are always fixing them whenever you are passing anything close to a mirror...Sometimes when I look at you and you smile and it's so so so contagious that I feel like smiling. You got the cutest smile. You know?" She looked at him for affirmation.
"I really like how you smile." She told him earnestly.
"I've often wondered that did you get your teeth whitened?"
"No," Behzad rasped, his heart pounding beneath his cotton shirt. His beleaguered sense of honor objected that he was not the kind of man who would touch women against their consent. And he would never forgive himself..........
Heaving herself to a sitting position, she caught at his shoulders for support. "Do you know your cheeks and ears turn red when you are flustered and......it makes me want to ....." Her voice trailed as she looked at his face....
"What?" Behzad whispered, his self-control nearly annihilated. Still clinging to the support of his shoulders, Mehr rose to sitting position. "To do this."
She said pulling his cheeks ....
"CUTIEE"
Behzad closed his eyes and gave a faint, desperate groan. He wanted her. It wasn't just a physical attraction. It was more. He wanted more. More with her. He could no longer deny that for the rest of
his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking. Her smile, her sharp tongue, her temper, her infectious laugh, her body and spirit, everything about her struck a pleasurable chord in him. She was independent, willful, stubborn...qualities that most men did not desire in a wife. The fact that he did was as undeniable as it was unexpected.
"Mehr-un-Nisa!" His voice was hoarse....
"Hmmm............" She responded not getting any hints.
"You are leaving in 2 weeks and then I'll miss you! You'll forget me like you did last time. But I'll miss you..." She said as she leaned on the sofa looking as miserable as she sounded.
"Come on! Go to your room wahan ja k soo...." He commanded softly.
"....Dekhain ismain apnay mujhe instruction dee hai aur meri nazar uspay chalae gae hai. I'll gve my example.... Main instruction deti he nai k yeh na karna woh na karna......... Haar kisi ki apni marzi hai...If you have a problem with it tu yeh tu apka masala hai na? Main kon hoti hoon yeh bolnay wali k yeh nai karo.....woh nai karo... ...." She mimicked him in all the seriousness...
"Agae bhi bola tha mainay....." He replied as he recognized his words.
"Par agr app nay yeh apnay peace of mind k liye bola hai tu thek hai........" She continued.
"You really got hurt by that haina?"
"Ummm Hmmm.... It takes immense courage in telling someone that they are getting offended by something. Especially if you consider the other person your nemesis. And Irsa said that maybe you do it unintentionally, that you didn't mean to hurt me. That maybe ... I was overthinking it...So after countless hours of overthinking, I decided to confront you...And what did you say? "Mujhe instruction na doo?" ......It wasn't an instruction. It was a request. Mehr-un-Nisa was loved! Mama and then Mamo...And they both are gone. Leaving Mehr! You keep calling me Mehr-un-Nisa and you know you are going to leave"
"I didn't know....I call you Mehr-un-Nisa because it suits you ! Khobsurat ! Mehr-un-Nisa! You are that!" He said it as he tugged the strand of hair that was covering her face. He shouldn't have done that! But he couldn't help it!
"Aisa hai? You think I am khoobsurat? Hein?" She asked looking wide eyes.
"Hmmm..." He replied as he looked at her.
"Ab batany ka kya faida....ab tu hurt ho gae..."
"Babyyyy...." He taunted.
"You are the one who's baby..." She retorted talking offense.
"Hoon tu nai... par apka ban sakta hoon, Baby..." He responded back.
"Sing a song for me? I haven't heard your singing voice..... And I know you have serenaded girls, tu please don't bullshit me with 'I don't sing '. Also, I know you struggle with apologies so umm yeh he kar dain? Phir baby banay ka bhi sochon ge.." She said as she rested her cheek on her hands looking all dreamy as she blinked at him in encouragement.
"Mehr raat k 11 baaj rahay hai.... Yeh koi time hai ganay ka...."
"Do you want my forgiveness or not ?"
"Chahiyee par...."
"Tu gana sunaooo naaa..."
"Okay....Dont laugh..."
"Kya don't laugh.. get the guitar from your room...." She commanded.
"What guitar......"
"The one that is hidden under your bed..." She responded and then covered her mouth.
"How did you know about that?" He asked raising his brows.
"I guessed..."
"Sach batain Love Quinn Jee", he asked.
"Okay I am sorry. I invaded your privacy when you went to Karachi for two days last month."
"Because...." He asked very well knowing the answer.
"I missed you...." She replied.
"Cutieee...." He touched her nose.
"Laoo naaa guitarrr...." She vined like a kid.
"Abhi nai..."
"Abhii naaaa..." She pleaded and he was gone. Dashing to his room her fetched his guitar.
Jeh Tainu Dhoop Lageya Ve
Taa Main Chaon Banjawa
Teri Khusiyon Ke Khatir
Main Saare Jaag Se Ladjawan
Hai Meri Yahi Aarzoo
Ki Tera Hi Main Saath Doon
Tera Bann Ke Rahoon
Sadaa Main Parchhawa
Tu Meri Heer Main Tera Ranjha
Karta Hoon Main Tujhse Ye Waada
Tere Bagair Na Koyi Dooja, Soniye
(Heer Rahnjha song by Rito Riba !!! I LOVE THIS SONGGGÂ )
When he opened his eyes after singing the last note, she was far asleep. Itna suriliya hoon main... keh soo gae? He muttered under his breath as he shook his head playing the guitar on the table beside sofa.
Do I leave her here and get a blanket for her? Or do I carry her to her room? He thought as he loomed over her sleeping figure.
Idhar tu nai chor saktay.... Aur kamray main lay k gaya tu she is going to lose it in the morning. Room it is.... Par Ab tu sari zindagi he dant khani hai Behzad sahab apnay....Kaal say shuru kartay hain...He told himself as he carefully lifted her high against his chest.
"Shukar hai kamra ground floor par he hai...." He muttered as he walked to her room.
Placing her in her bed, he placed the comforter over her.
"Dream of me, cutie!" He said as he left her room closing the door. Little did she know that she had been dreaming about him since forever.From murdering and making him suffer, the dreams now had turned into her hopes. The future she hoped to have with him.
Tomorrow , he was going to tell her everything. That he didn't mean to abandon her. That she was special and loveable and perfect , just the way she was ! That he was an apologetic jerk and he was sorry . Tomorrow !
Behzad couldn't wait for tomorrow to say the things that were unsaid ! The words his friend Saad had told him when they were out for the chai at midnight , rang in his head.
"Like karnay say kuch nai hota...." Behzad had said .
"Express bhi karna parta hai...." Saad had responded and Behzad had ignored it. Because he thought that she would understand the things that he didn't say. After all she was his best friend. She understood all the dirty jokes going through his mind without him saying them. Then how could she not understand the things , that he wanted to say but didnt ! All those unkahi baatain, that he was too ashamed to tell her.
In the morning he decided that he'd say it all. He was done running away from her and the future they could have. Tomorrow he was going to say all what was due. And he couldn't wait for the morning. Kuch baatain Mehr-un-Nisa ko batani zaroori then... Khas tor par who baat jo abb tak Unkahi the...
How could he have told her that it wasn't causal flirting like she considered it to be. How could he have said that he wanted her to choose him, when his father whose blood he was , never did. That fear of being unlovable and extra that his father had instilled in him was too stay with him forever . The fear of rejection....
Oh bestie ! You are my savior ! My guardian angel !!! Allahhh apke darjaat blund karay. He thought as he sat down basking in the realization. He was really happy ! She cared. She loved. HIM ! HIM! She hadn't said , she loved him but ''space in heart" ka tu yehi matlab hota hai na..." He thought as he ruffled his hair and then her words in his head . Gosh ! He very much preferred the serious Mehr!
Tomorrow he was going to say all the things that were unsaid ! Kyunke
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Me again....
to things that are left unsaid because we are too scared. Because we assume k samnay wala samaj jae ga...kyunke woh humari sari batain samjhta hai....
When Sonu Nigam says , "Us baat ko janay he doo , Jiska nishan kaal ho na..."
Don't ever listen ! Kyunke if baat that you wanted to say is left unsaid , tu nishan rehta hai inform of a scar. And you carry the weight all your life ! Some nights when you lay awake in your bed and think how life would have been , if you had said what you wanted to say. Gosh , mera tu KFC par order galat ho jae tu I sit in shower and think , KYA HO JATA AGR main jake bol deti k Buffalo wings nai , Tangy Masala wings chahiye!!
(Dont listen to my crap guys ! I am emotional right now... )
Lots of love
Alyna â¥â¥â¥
(P.S : ALSO did you notice that I didn't ask anyone to vote, comment and stuff.. Because umm , no pressure! Because I have realized that now I don't care about "oh zero votes...." or the followers or the reach. I love reading the comments and the messages you guys leave on the board and the love you guys show. REALLY APPRECIATE IT!(not that i am not thankful for the votes?Samaj rahay ho na? Hainaaaaaa..... So after epilogue leave me a message? Thek hai....
ALSO CAN WE ALL PRAY THAT I GET RICH !!! I really like getting pizza or anything for the kids selling gajray on the signal.Par roz roz i cant.. I go broke.. SO pleaseee i wanna be rich Allah!! I promise to not be like Crime Master Shehbaz shariff !!! Moneyy backk guarantee !!!hehehehe)