KINNA SONA[[Shubman Gill feat. ICT]]

[EP 1] Rohit Bhai!! I Have A Crush On....

This is Nishat Arman.

Being the youngest most successful psychiatrist in my country, I spend my everyday in a very busy schedule. I run a group of hospitals and an organisation on psychological research under my label. I work hard everyday but I love my work. The psychiatrists in my hospitals, we have unorthodox ways of connecting to the patients mentally and deal with their problems. And I have to admit that we also have a lot of fun in the whole process.

As the most discussed psychiatrist, I get the most famous patients everyday. One of my regular patients is Rohit Sharma.

Almost two years ago he came to because of minor depression due to defeat in a series against Australia. His problem had been solved within a few weeks, but he stills comes to my office every now and then to share every smallest problems. He has became like an elder brother to me. Even he has become a favourite person to my family members as well.

I entered my cabin and he was already sitting there.

Me: Bhaii!!! kaise ho?

Rohit: Main to badiya hoon. Meri problem ke liye nahi aaya hoon aaj.

Me: To fir hospital kyu aaye? Sidhe ghar aa jate. Aaj Amma ne mast biriyani banayi hai... Meri bhi aaj ka kaam khatam ho gaya hai. Ghar chalo, dono bhai behen milke dabake khayenge chalo.

Rohit: Abbey, tu samjhi nahi... Main meri nahi, teri problem ke liye idhar aaya.

Me: *surprised* Meri problem? Meri to koi problem nahi hai. Main mast hoon! *Big smile*

Rohit: *sighs* Teri amma ne mereko call karke batayi ki shayad tu woh hai...

Me: Woh kya??

Rohit: Woh jo hota hai na...

Me: *exhale understanding the whole thing* Lesbian?

Rohit: Haan! I mean, nahi... I mean tu sach mein hai kya??

Me: Kyu? Agar huyi to baat nahi karoge mujhse?

Rohit: Nahi, bey! Kya samajhti hai mereko?

Me: Thank you. Par nahi hoon Lesbian.

Rohit: Fir aunty aisa kyu boli??

Me: Ab kaise samjhaye... *medium pause* Shaadi nahi karni hai mujhe. Iss liye amma ko thoda confuse karne ki koshish kii yeh bolke.

Rohit: Kyu ni karni shaadi? Koi pasand ni aata??

Me: Wahi to problem hai. Ek ladka pasand hai. Par woh impossible hai. Par uspe itna jyada dil aaya hain, aur kisi ke bareme sochne ka bhi dil ni karta. Aafat ho gaayi hai bhai.

Rohit: *putting one arm around my shoulder* Kaun hai banda? Naam bol. Usko pakad ke laane ka duty tere bhai ki, promise le le.

Me: Bekar hai. Mai Muslim aur Bengali, woh banda Punjabi Sikh. Woh superstar, main chhapri.