It All Started With A Prank Call

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Ramsha's POV

Ramiz told me yesterday that he and abbu had to go to islamabad for some meeting. So me and ammi were alone in the house. Not that I am scared . But ab main tang kis ko karungi. I was feeling so bored. So I decided to help ammi in making lunch.

"Ammi main apki koi madad karoon?" I asked ammi walking in the kitchen.

"Nahi beta sab kuch ban gaya hai." Ammi replied.

"Kia banaya apne?" I asked.

"Daal chawal aur chicken ka salan." She replied.

"Woaaah yummy. Mujhe tou khushboo se hi bhook lag rahi hai." I said and she chuckled.

Ramiz POV

We were in Islamabad for a meeting.

"Beta ramiz, Tumne woh file junaid ke paas pouchadey thi?" Abbu asked.

"Konsi file abbu?" I asked.

"Wohi Ahmad & Co. wali." Abbu replied and I realized the huge mistake I had made.

"Abbu...main bhool gaya." I said.

"Oho ab kia hoga? Unko aaj hi woh file kese bhi karke pouchani thi." Abbu said and I looked down.

"Acha ek kaam karo, ramsha ko call karke bolo ke woh file Junaid ko office main dey aaye." Abbu said.

"Jee." I replied.

"Waise bhi woh jab say aayi hain. Unse milli nahi." Abbu said and I nodded.

I dialled Ramsha's number and she picked up the call in a few seconds.

"Hello ,yaar ek kaam karogi?" I said to her.

"Haan sure. Whats up?" She asked.

"Mere room main, file cabinet ke first drawer main ek blue file hogi...." I spoke.

"Ek minute..." she said and there was silence for a few seconds. "Haan got it. Kia karoon iska?" She said after a while.

"Woh file please junaid uncle ko office main dey aao." I told her.

"Chalo theek hain. Main dey aaongi."She replied.

"Acha thanks yaar. Main chalta hoon ab, meeting shuru honay wali hain." I said.

"Okay best of luck. Allah hafiz." She replied.

"Allah Hafiz." I said and cut the call.

"Beta itne pareshaan kyun ho?" Abbu asked.

"Abbu, itni badi galti... that file was so necessary."I replied looking down.

"Koi baat nahi beta, hojata hai." Abbu said keeping his hand on my shoulder. "Now cheer up aur chalo meeting shuru honay wali hain." He added and I smiled at him. We then walked to the conference room.

Ramsha's POV

We ended the call. Ramiz's mood seemed kinda off. I picked up the file and walked out of the room.

"Ammi, Ramiz ka phone aaya tha. He told me to go to the office and give this file to Junaid uncle..." I told ammi.

"Tou main jaoon?" I asked her.

"Acha. Haan zaroor." She replied. " Junaid bhai ko mera salaam kehna." She added.

"Jee zaroor." I said.

"Acha ab main nikalti hoon. Allah Hafiz." I added and she replied with Allah Hafiz.

I then went outside and walked towards our car.

"Office chalein." I told the driver and got in the car.

I reached the office in 20 minutes. I went to junaid uncle's cabin. There was a tall man standing by the window, talking on a mobile. I knocked on the already open door to get his attention. He looked at me for a while before looking back outside. How rude.

"I'll call you back in a while." He said and ended the call.

"Yes." He asked me.

"Junaid Uncle!"I said on purpose.I obviously knew that he wasn't Junaid Uncle.

"Sorry? no, he-" I cut his sentence short.

"Ap itne young lag rahay hain, uncle". I said cheerfully sitting on the office table. He looked at me with a frown on his face. Before walking towards me. He signalled me to get of the table and I shook my head.

"Areyy Ramsha beta." I heard Junaid Uncle say. A smile made its way to my face. I turn my head towards him and saw him standing there with a smile on his face.

I got off the table and walk towards him.

"Junaid Uncle Assalam Aalaikum." I greeted him and he replied with walikum assalam.

"Aaj hamari yaad kese aagayi?" He asked making me chuckle.

"Ramiz had called. Usney kaha yeh file aapko dedoon toh main aagayi!" I replied and he nodded.

"Thank you, beta." He said keeping his hand over my head. "Allah tumhay khush rakhay." He added, making me smile.

"Aur Hadi say toh tum mil hi chuki ho shayad.." he said pointing towards the ill-mannered man standing behind me. Hadi?

"Hadi? Hadi Junaid? Aapka beta Hadi Junaid?" I asked to reconfirm.

"Haan, haan. Itni hairaan kyun horahi ho?" He asked me, chuckling.

"Aap par bilkul nahi gaya." I said.

"Kyun, bhae? Kya hogaya?" He asked.

"Aap itnay sweet hain... aur yeh," I referred to Hadi. "Insay toh itna bhi nahi hua kay mujhay baithnay ka kahen... toh mainay socha kay main khud hi baith jaoon. toh mujhay khaday honay kay liye kaha." I said in a complaining tone. "Ab main bechari, maasoom-" I had not completed my sentence when Hadi interrupted.

"Haan toh yeh bhi bataen, kay aap table par baithi thi." He said.

"Aur aap yeh bhi bataen kay aap bohat rude hain!" I retorted.

Junaid uncle laughed.

"Hadi, buri baat hai. Kyun tang kar rahay ho meri beti ko?" He asked his son and I giggled.

"Haan, batao, kyun tang kar rahay ho?" I asked him and he just looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Acha beta, tumharay abba ko bata chuka hoon lekin usko bolna na bolna ek hai. Kuch yaad nahi rehta use. Main tumhay yaad dila raha hoon. Iss Sunday Hadi ki saalgirah ke bahanay hamaray yahan ek chhota sa get together hai. Tum chaaron ko zaroor aana hai." He said and I smiled.

"Hum zaroor aaengay in sha Allah. Phir aunty se bhi toh milna hai." I replied.

"In sha Allah. Haan, bohat poochti hai tumhara." Uncle said.

"Chalein, aapsay Sunday ko mulaaqaat hogi. Abhi main chalti hoon." I told him.

"Arey, baitho beta mainay abhi lunch mangwaya hai, saath baith kar khaatay hain." He said.

"Main zaroor baithti, uncle par ammi ghar par akeli hain toh mujhay chalna chahiye." I replied and he nodded.

"Acha chalo, bhabi ko mera salaam kehna." He said.

"Sure, aur aap aunty ko mera salam kahiyega." I replied.

"Zaroor, beta." He replied.

"Allah hafiz." I told and uncle replied with the same. His saroo son stood there with a saroo expression on his face.

I walked out of the office and went back home.