Soz-ae-Ishq

17. Curse To Make It Worse...

"We live in a society, where offering helping hand to other is thought to be selfish first.."

"To tumhe lift nahi chahiye"

"French m likh kar du..nhi"

"kitna attitude hai na tumme"

"kitne lafandar ho na tum"

"Lafandar..like seriously" he said laughing

"Matlab roz subah subah, aise mere peeche peeche chaloge, to Barack Obama kahu tumhe"

"Keh sakti ho..I am also smart you see"

"Idiot..'Idiot' is the word" she said as another auto passed away

"Yar tum sach gaadi kyu nahi lekr aati apni"

"Kyunki middle class hu m.. ek hi gaadi hai or vo m ghar par dad"..."ek second tumhe kyu btau m...tumhari trah sab high class nahi hote na..jo petrol fukte hai faltu m"she said turning away, scrunching her nose

"Tumhe apne middle class hone se problem hai ya mere high class"

"Tumse..muje tumse problem hai"

"Meri bas yahi chahat hai ....to kya kahogi" he said singing winking at her

"Mai tumse kahungi, mere dil ka hai ye kehna, tumko hai chappal khana, fir der kyu hai karna,abhi utarti hu na" she sang sarcastically giving him a forced smile as he laughed his lungs out at her answer, she recomposes herself taking big steps..walking away from him, as he just moves his car behind her again

"We are soulmates" he said between his laughter...she stopped and looked at him their eyes met, as he stopped laughing, their eyes were locked as the time stood still...when he broke the moment ...."I can go with you to the wedding" he said trying his luck, knowing somewhere she won't agree...

"Han" she said coming out of their gaze

"I was saying...I can go with you and Vaidehi for your ex's wedding"

She looked at him as her nostrils flared, why does he have to do this, she wanted to yell at him but realizing they were on the road..she just turned around giving him a death glare as she walked past him...he just shook his head knowingly and again pressed the clutch moving the car behind her..."Just think about it okay..I would not want Vaidehi to go with a strang" before he could complete she bursted out angrily..."Kya who are you to want or not want something for Vaidehi, you are no one, why are you intruding our lives..just because I am replying to you or letting you talk to Vaidehi does not mean that you get a right to enter our lives or control it" she almost yelled at him, that was it..Sidharth rubbed his hands on forehead trying to calm himself but she really does get on his nerves

"Listen woman...stop shouting first, and why is it so difficult for you to understand that someone is actually trying to help you and not intrude..like seriously, I was concerned that is why I asked you..but you need some other help instead..'Mental help'..you need to see a psychiatrist..so that you can actually trust people..and not throw attitude like a confetti"

"And you...you need some work, so that you can stop stalking me and roaming on roads behind me...And I really don't need your pity or sympathy..I can take care of myself and my daughter"

"Sympathy, pity...ye kaha se aaya....matlab koi banda genuinely help nahi kar sakta..are you for real" he said now frustrated as he banged his palm on steering

"No m unreal..wax museum ki doll hu m..tumhe kya, tum kyu humari life m ghus rahe ho..charity case nahi hai hum..what is your motive.."she said equally frustrated pointing finger at him, he had enough he just got out of the car..his temper rising more than the heat of the sun.."Haan muje tumhari croro ki property chahiye..nahi actually mere pas rehne ko ghar nahi hai to tumhare ghar m sharan lena chahta hu.." he said in a mocking yet high tone.."For once..can you just believe not everyone is helping you has a selfish reason, tumhari self respect ego ban chuki hai..that you see this as a charity..like seriously consider getting your mental health checked.." he said as he got into the car driving away as Shehnaaz stood frustrated on the road..stomping her foot as she saw him racing away..