"Kon ho bhai?? Naam bataou apna!"
The girls barely held their guffaws at miss Mahira's screech. It was funny how the almost Fifty year old woman sounded so young through the phone.
Lyba and Saira pressed their palms harder against their mouths while Sawera continued, "Main? Mujhe nhi pehchana? Mujhe?"
"Kyun?! Tum Imran khan ho jo suntey hi awaaz pehchan jaoun tumhari??"
"Oh..nhi hum toh N-League ko support-" Sawera bit her tongue as she got off track by Miss Mahira's last comment and Lyba and Saira widened their eyes waving their hands to remind her.
Eh.. Politics.. Slippery road..very slippery.
"-Mm..mera mtbl hai keh.." *Ahem* she made sure her voice was as hoarse as Hadi's before continuing, "Main Imran Khan se zyada aap se pyaar karta hun... Imran Khan toh aaj hai.. Kal hakoomat gayi toh gaya.. Lekin main toh yahin rahun gaa.. Chahey kitni hakoomateyn badleyn.. Mousum badleyn.. Log badleyn.. Main--"
"Had se zyada Dheet hun!" Replied Miss Mahira, thoroughly done with this phone call.
"Bari jaldi pehchan gayin mujhe! Kaha thaa naa mujhe nhi bhool saktin!" Sawera had a smirk in her voice often that was there in Hadi's tone when he was boasting.
The low snarl from the other end was so vicious it seemed the person was ready to jump right through the call and strangle them.
'Haye haye Hadi... Tum toh gaye..'
"Tum jo bhi ho naa.. Kaan khol ker sun lo! Dubara is number pe call karne ki ghalti ki toh phir--"
"Dhamkiyon se dar nhi lagta Sahab.. Jis din aap ki awaaz naa suneyn, uss din se lagta hai.." Sawera drawled.
Lyba and Saira were practically rolling on the cemented floor of the terrace.
Miss Mahira choked and then grind out, "Jab FIA tumhari SIM block kar ke harassment charges lagaye ga naa tum pe! Phir poochun gi kis cheez se dar lagta hai! Tum jaison ko jail main le jaa ke sau jootey mareyn or ginney ek!!"
"Areyyy! Jail main hi toh hain.. Aap ke baghair yeh dunya jail se kam hai kya? .. Aap ne kabhi apni aankheyn dekhin hain? Jab aap parhaa rhi hotin hain.. Toh bss main toh aap ki gehri, kari kari aankhon main kho jata hun!"
As the cringe leveled up, Hadi's grave got deeper and deeper after every word Sawera got out.
Leaning against the terrace barrier she had her elbow propped upon it and knee folded, foot braced on the wall. Her eyes narrowed she was thoroughly enjoying playing the 'Chichora Larka' Aka Abdul-Hadi.
Though truth be told Abdul-Hadi had never been this cringy in his entire life.
"Parhati hain?? Tum ko kaise pata main- Tum.. Tum student ho mere??" Miss Mahira shouted.
"Waisey toh main aap ke khwabon ka shezada hun.. Lekin aap jo bhi samajh len. Main bura nhi manata." She bowed her head humbly.
Miss Mahira was close to snapping her phone at the wall.
"Tum! Tum jo bhi hoo naa! Yeh mat samajhnaa iss harkat ke baad tum bach jaou ge! Main aysi khariyat poochun gi naa tumhari! Tumharey Abba ji ke jootey set kareyn ge tum ko! Dekhna larkey!"
"~Khairiyat poocho..
kabhi toh kaifiyat poocho.. Tumharey bin deewane kaa ..
kyaa haal hai.." she sang, "Darta toh main apne baap se bhi nhi hun... Bss ab aap bhi darna chor den.. Mohabbat ka iqrar kar den.. Ramzan ka baa barkat mahina hai... Iss mahine main mujh ghareeb pe bhi thora reham kar den."
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Lemons and Sherbet ✔️
Romantika~ A sweet and sour Ramzan short story of Lyba's family and a glimpse into their topsy turvy life.~ Laughs, smiles, some tears shed. Trust me you are not ready for what's inside this book.
