𝙹𝚊𝚋 𝚆𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚝 (✔)

Chapter 11

A knock came at the door. Riha, her office assistant, peeked through the door, "Ma'am your next clint is already here."
Hassena nodded at her, "Unhe andar bhejo."

They were her old clients and thankfully, today was their last session. Everything went fine so it didn't required much time. "Thank you Dr. Mallik." Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor gave her a warm smile which she returned.
"Main aj bohot khus hu ki ap dono ne milke akhir kar ye kar hi diya."
"are, ye to humare therapist ka Kamal hain." Mr. Kapoor praised her.
"Nehi nehi maine kuch nehi kiya, ye ap dono ki mehnat hai. Ap dono ko mera all the best."
"Ji thik hai ab hum log chalte hai, Namaste."

After they went out the room, Haseena stand up from her leather chair and went towards balcony. It's cloudy today, cold wind blowing. She pull off her glasses.
She remembered when Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor first time came to visit her. They both started their cat fight after a minute or two. But what a difference, today they seemed loving cat couple like Doremon and Mechan. They sat together, holds hands.

Though they have lots of dissimilarities, they still fought for their relationship. Hassena felt overjoyed that she finally got her job done.

Ten minutes later, another knock on her door broke her thought.
"Hasu, kya yeh sach hain ki tumne ek bohot hi pyaari si girlfriend hain? aur ye baat mujhe bataya hi nehi?" Mrs. Mehta came towards her, with a smile on her face. Haseena immediately stand up and went towards her. No matter how busy she was, every day at lunch time she came to visit her Hasu.

"Wo.. um.. mera.." Haseena stammering her own words. Mrs. Mehta sat on her leather couch, facing Haseena with a teasing smirk. She put down her lunch box which she brought every day for her.

"Nam batao uska? aur kab milwa rahe ho usse?"
Haseena scratched her neck, 'Alexa, find an excuse.' she commanded her brain which it instantly pointed towards the lunch box. "Wo sab badh mein, abhi mujhe bohot bhook lagi hain."
She quickly searched on her bag for sanitizer.
"Baat ghumao maat, naam batao."
"Ka-karishma." she mumbled slowly.
"Karishma Haseena Malik, wah naam to khub jach raha hain." Haseena winced in her word. She's just her fake girlfriend, not that she's gonna marry her. After the book deal, they both part their ways like nothing happened.

Okay, only fake girlfriend may sound rude. They could be good friends forever.
"Usse agle hafte ki party mein zarur lana."
"humm." Haseena barely mumbled. She doesn't wanted Mrs. Mehta to know about the entire situation, much less to hurt her. The fewer people know, the better it be.

Speaking of Karishma, that girl barely exchanged a word with her after previous night. She only hummed and nodded in response. Even she stayed in guest room alone. It's better for her that no one would bother her sleep but the problem is she made her girlfriend very very mad.
Oops! Fake girlfriend.

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After the last session of the day, Haseena wanted to go home as fast as she can. Naina suggested her to buy chocolate mousse. Some sweets may make their relationship sweeter.

"Hi, Haseena." Haseena stopped on the track when she heard her voice. Dr. Mishri Pandey, her all time greatest rival came face to face with smirk plastered on her lips.
"Ghar jaane ki badi jaldi hain tumhe! girlfriend k liye?"
Haseena calmed her raging breath. "Tumse matlab?"
"Are janeman, itna gussa kiu kar rahe ho? accha pehle ye to batao wo sach mein tumhari girlfriend hi hain na ya fir-"
"wo mera girlfriend hi hain." Haseena said through a gritted teeth.
"To picture to hoga na phone mein, dikhao jara." Mishri insisted.
"Dekho mujhe jaldi hain, inn faltu k kaam ka time nehi hain." Haseena hurriedly passed from her.
"Waise wo Mrs. Mehta k party mein to ane hi wali hain.. mill lenge USSE." Mishri shouted from the behind.
That's what she feared. If she met Karishma, she would definitely find out that they are faking the relationship. But she can't afford to do that, they have to act well to make their relationship believable.
Mishri gave her a fakest smile and went.

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When she came home at Eve a melodious song blared from the living room. She slipped out of her heels and hung her keys after closing her door.

She entered her living room and caught the source of the voice.
Karishma sat on her sofa, with a canvas in her hand, painting something while singing,

"Aisi Lagi Lagan Mira Ho Gayi Magan,

Wo Toh Gali Gali Hari Gun Gane Lagi.

Mahlon Mein Pali Banke Jogan Chali,

Mira Rani Deewani Kahane Lagi."

Hassena captivated by the sweet voice of her. Karishma felt Haseena behind her but decided to ignore her. When the song ended Haseena cleared her throat, but no response from Karishma. She again cleared her throat, still no response. But before she again going to clear her throat Karishma annoyed, "amma apko khasi huyi hain to cough syrup pi jiye.. kya khu khu kar rahe hain yeha khade khade."

Karishma sipped her coffee with her left hand before placing it on the table which form a condensation ring on the table. Hassena eyed the table, "coaster ring kitchen mein hain. Please agli baar se use kijiye ga." Karishma hummed, and wiped it using the edge of her shirt without giving much attention to her.

Hassena sighed heavily. Her fake girlfriend is more dramebaaz than the real one. It's time to use Plan B, chocolate mousse. Hassena entered the kitchen to get a plate for her but she froze on the spot. HER MODULAR KITCHEN!! HER POOR MODULAR KITCHEN.

Karishma cooked? of course she did. Plates on the sink, dirty pans stacked up next on the gas stove. Hassena winced at the sight, but decided not to cry loudly.
Why the earth that person had to click the photo of her and Karishma, the girl who didn't even know how to keep dishes and kitchen clean.

She quickly dialled Naina's no.
"Ha bol.."
"Nain... Karishma ne-"
"kya kiya?"
"mera, mera PYAARA MODULER KITCHEN ka haal behaal kar diya.. sink mein dishes aur pans pade hai. Gas or slab vi unhone saaf nehi kiya."
"HAHAHA.. acha hain, agar usne khana banaya hain to bartan tu dho de."
"main?"
"ha.. Haseena.. dho daal saare bartan, chamka de apna kitchen firse. Tab tak main movie dekh leti hu, bye.. aur suun usee wo dena maat bhulna." And immediately she cut the call. God she hate that girl!

With tears of rage and pain in her eyes, Haseena put the mousse in fridge, put her gloves on and started to wash the dishes.

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Haseena got a clean plate and put two chocolate mousse and went towards living room. Karishma piled up her canvas and colours next to the sofa. Haseena winced at the sight. She put the plate before her. She should ask Naina hire a cleaning lady.
Karishma eyed the chocolate mousse, which made her stomach growl. Without any second thought dhe immediately started to devour it.

"Tumhe chahiye?" she asked Haseena.
Haseena denied with a smile. Her plan working, "nehi, ye apke liye hain. raat mein main meetha nehi khati."
"kiu diet pe ho? mera diet to ek din vi nehi chalta." Even she was very proud of her discipline, but she couldn't help to admire Karishma's positive attitude. She eyes her full hips and feminine curves of her body.

Haseena thought to start a conversation, "um, agle hafte mere office mein party hain. Aur wo log apse milna chahte hai."
Karishma nearly choked the food, "kyaaa?"
Hassena nodded. "hum logo ko acchi acting karni padegi taaki kisiko kuch pata na chale. iske liye kal se hi practice suru kar na hoga."
Karishma raised her eyebrow, "Matlab honey, bunny, babu, sona wala nick name vi dena padega?"
"nehi, Haseena hi thik hai. humara matlab humein ek dusre ko janna hoga. apko humare bare mein kuch pata nehi, hume vi ap k bare mein kuch nehi pata." Hassena got her point.
"accha to ap aise aa rahi thi."
Haseena nodded in response.

"To thik hai ap apna email id dijiye, main apna CV report apko mail kar deti hu." said Haseena opening her phone.
Karishma nearly spitted the water from her mouth.
"tum ka pagal ho? CV report leke kya main tumko naukri du? aur mail? hum ek hi ghar mein amne samne baithe hain!"
Hassena scratched her head. What's wrong with that? it's time saver. Anyway, "Acha to ap zara rukiye, main apna laptop leke aayi.. ap apna details batate jaiyega, main note kar lungi. Fir party se pehle ekbar padh lungi." Haseena ran towards her room to grab her laptop.

Karishma rubbed her forehead with two fingers, 'hey shivji ye kaisa girlfriend diya hain apne mujhe?!'

Sorry for mistakes.