Hikayat ✔

Chap. 20

"Haan yaar bohat baarish hui yahan aaj. Abhi pani toh band ho gaya but hawa kafi thandi hai."

Harris was talking to Hussnain, pacing around the room. It was after dinner at night when he got Hussnain's call, who wanted to know how he'd been and how he's settling.

"Yaar bro, Airaa ki call ayi thi aaj mujhe. Kafi ghussa thi." Hussnain said timidly, not knowing how Harris would react.

Harris raked a hand through his hair pulling on the strands. "Abey, yaar woh kab ghussa nhi hoti? Ab kyaa keh rahi thi?"

"Tum ne uss ka phone nhi attend kiyaa...or usko call back bhi nhi--"

"Yaar.... Nhi karni mujhe uss se baat! Woh sirf ek hi baat karti hai. Actually, do batein karti hai. Pehli, Lahore kyun gaye! Or dusri shadi! Naa toh main Kamran Uncle ki job offer accept karun ga or naa hi kabhi Airaa se shadi, so phone attend karne ki koi wajah nazr nhi ati mujhe. Khair khariyat main Aylaa se le leta hun sab ki."

"Yaarr, woh sab toh theek hai, but Harris mujhe samjh nhi ata. Akhir Airaa se tumko kyaa problem hai? Pehlo toh Vania thi ab--"

"Hussnain! Mujhe iss topic per baat nhi karni!" Harris clenched his jaw stopping his cousin.

Husnain sighed, "Fine. Bss mujhe yeh dar hai Harris keh Airaa or tumhari shadi keh chakr main Aylaa or Haider ki mangni naa tootey, woh bachey kafi seriously ek dusrey ko pasand kartey hain.. "

"Kuch nhi hoga, Inshaallah." Harris huffed, raking a hand through his hair, "Airaa kabhi Aylaa ki khushi kharab nhi hone de gi, that much we all know."

Husnain hummed in agreement .

"Chal yaar, main ab jata hun.. Abhi wardrobe set karna hai lazmi! Nhi toh kal, Mama phone se nikal ker mareyn gi. Meri behen kaa khayal rakhna or apna bhi or mere honey waley something kaa bhi."

Hussnain laughed. "Chal theek, khayal rakh, or ek dafa Airaa se baat ker le, nhi toh Lahore aa jaye gi. Allah Hafiz."

Harris cuts the call and dragged a hand over his face.

Ufff.

He could feel a head ache building up as he stared at the suitcase in front of him and the haphazard way his clothes were strewn over it.

Man ab yeh kaam bhi khud karna parey ga...

Harris hated folding clothes and setting his wardrobe. Back home he had never had to do it at home and he could hear his mother's voice echoing in his head as she scolded him.

"Harris!! Kyaa haal banaya hua hai Almari kaa bete! Kabhi toh dhung se kaprey nikala karo!"

He sighed, shuffling forward and grabbed a shirt off the floor. Served him right, now he had to do it himself.

Just as Harris reached his bed a knock sounded, halting him.

'Aa gayi yeh..'

Rolling his eyes he threw the shirt back on top of the pile and went to open the door.

The girl smiled at him and twisted her hands together.

"Apko soney se pehly kuch chahiye? " she asked with the same sweetness she asked him every time and Harris bit back his exasperated sigh smiling tightly,

"Nhi! Bss apki ijazat chahiye!" he replied, sarcastically and she frowned not understanding.

"Kis cheez ke liye? Aap ko meri ijazat kyun chahiye??" She asked perplexed.