17. SOME LIGHT MOMENTS!!!                        

HUSSAIN’S END

“Hussain! your costumes are ready you can try them now” she came out and told me, I was going through the current Vogue magazine, my bridal modeling was there in it… I put the magazine back and stepped inside.

“Hi!” Kartika was our dress designer, she was the one who used to take all the measurements and set up our costumes, frankly speaking this measuremenst taking procedure was hell cranky when the first time I came to her, I was actually reluctant but then you know… its part of it;  learning few things while letting go off the other,  much sadly chahe wo sharam he q na ho. So I got used of all this… despite of the fact that am hell ticklish I allowed her to do that, now we were pretty good friends I would say. We did a high five and she smiled.

“Long time no see, kidher then madam?” I asked her and she blushed, wait!...blushing?

“Oye hoye ! somebody is getting a tamater….. khair hea?” I eyed her and she slapped my arm playfully.

“Yup khair hea, you know….. Aayan proposed me and he…

“what!... seriously? My God! Tum zinda kese ho tumhen to khushi k mare mar jana tha yar” I said in shock and she giggled.

“Drame mat karo…. khair he proposed and took me to his family in Chandhigarr.. so we both took off and ufff! It was all so sudden I cant believe am engaged now” She said putting both hands on her cheecks.

“Engagement bhi ho gai?” I asked shocked.

“ji han! Engagement bhi ho gai or humein ub pata chala….. wo bhi madam ne poochne per bataya, nai to bachey hone ka bad pata chalta” Suddenly Veronica stepped out of the changing room, wearing some idiotic kind of a costume…. All raged and worn out.

“Shuttuppp Veeroo, don’t start again…” Kartika eyed her.

“Wese, Veronica is right…. Changa ni kita tusi” I said, crossing my arms on my torso and Kartika chuckled at my Punjabi.

“Na tangen tora karo tum Punjabi ki………..” Veronica smacked my head while Krtika laughed, she took out my dress from the hanger and handed it to me so that I could try and check it was okay.

“Party hea na tomorrow night… tum sab naraz doston k liye” Kartika winked at me.

“How am I looking?” Veronica spun round in her weird dress and I controlled my laughter.

“Bilkul faarigh!......” I said making a face and Veronica glared at me.

“Ah you don’t know anything baby!... jab ye pehn k aaoon gi na ….aag laga doon gi ramp per, aag” She said, dancing her hands one eyebrow shot up and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah Aag…. Wo circus mein lagate hen na, wo wali aag! Ye kia behooda dress hai yar” I said, holding up one corner of her torn gown in air and she jerked my hand.

“This is known as absurd art Hussain, you are just so ignorant” she sticked her tounge out and I sighed.

“You and your art….. Allah bachae” I said and headed towards a cubicle, I took out my dress and gasped…. What the!!!

“oye Kartika! Where is the shirt?” I yelled out from inside and heard chuckles.

“No shirt!!!” I heard Kartika giggling.

“What?..... what no shirt?” couldn’t get her.

“Hussain… you are modelling for THE PANTALOONS, remember!.....you are to wear the pantaloons only on the ramp, no shirts” Kartika explained like mommyy and I atonce opened the door.

“Are you serious?” I looked at her holding the pants in hand.

“Q?.... its okay Hussain, time to show off you know, skin is in” Veronica came near me and said, putting an elbow on my shoulder.

“Yeah! very funny……” I rolled my eyes and got down, her elbow slipped.

“Ub itniii mehnat ki hea tum ne in abbs per….. is sexy six pack per to atleast pata to chale” Kartika took Veronica’s side.

“Ufffff!... am dying to have a look” Veronica smirked and I rolled my eyes, seriously these girls are too much.

“God!.... you girls are… are a big kala dhabba on the name of mashriki larki” I said, widening my eyes and they started laughing like idiots.

“And you are the perrrrfect example of a mashriki larka…. One woman man” Kartika winked at me.

“Us one woman k liye bacha k rakh rae ho?..... aaaw how shweeet Hussain” Veronica pinctched my cheecks and I backed off.

“Hopeless perverts” I mouthed and stepped into the changing room while they kept on giggling.

“oye….. we have the facility of fire brigade, don’t worry Hussain” Kartika yelled and I chuckled inside.

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What should I say…. That was one heck of a show, I walked in pants and vests well for once.... only in pants as well. It was the walk down for PANTALOONS and I have always loved this brand so much that when they offered me I just simply said yes, without even thinking that they would do…. this to me. Well, unhon ne to izzat lootne mein koi kasar nai chorri meri, and I knew what Shehry, Waqas and Atif would be commenting, making hell fun of me… Ahhhh! They are not gonna leave my ass now.

MANNAT’S END

I was in Washington, took a two days off from uni during very critical days of studies just because of this idiot friend of mine, well… it was worth it. Rida along with Uncle and aunty shifted to Washington and I decided to stay with them for a while. Uncle got a furnished apartment so they didn’t have to unpack much, but Rida had her hell of a stuff and for a whole one day we both kept on unpacking and assembling and setteling down things…. Ufff! We were hell tired by the end of the day.

“Rida! Mein hill bhi nai sakti ub to… am dead girl!” I said, eyes closed I was lying on her couch half on it, half hanging down.

“Inna lilahi wa inna ilaihe rajioon” I heard her saying and atonce opened my eyes, she was chuckling I threw a cushion at her.

“Finally I can call this a room… my room” She looked around.

“Yeah! and the credit goes to me” I added and she rolled her eyes.

“Okay okay… the credit taker!” she slapped my arm playfully and I chuckled.

“I wonder if it works……I mean it wasn’t working when we reached here first’ Rida stood up and walked to the LCD she had on the front wall and switched the main button on. She came back and sat next to me on the couch.

With in a blink LCD’s lights got spread in the room….

“hmm….” Rida kept on changing the channels, while I yawned once… twice…thrice. God!! Am hell tired. I closed my eyes and I guess I slept in a couple of minutes when I heard Rida’s shriek.

“What!......” I opened my eyes reluctantly and saw her smirking at me, I looked at the tv with one eye closed some crazy animal plannet…. Argghhh!

“Kia hai?.... sher tv mein hea tumhare room mein nai” I smacked her head.

“Han but koi or zaroor aa raha hea tv mein, so I thought to inform you. Bad mein na kehna bataya nai” Rida said casually and I opened the other eye as well.

“Kon?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“koi nai koi nai…. So jao shabash” Rida said and stood up from the couch.

“Rida! Give me the remote” I looked at her solonmly and she chuckled.

“Not that easily girl” Aaaggrhh!

“What do you want?” I asked getting up staright on the couch.

“Now we are talking…………. Ummm! That black top, and the plum shimmering top and that light blue jeanz” she, very casually counted on her fingers.

“Huhn!... black top?… never, plum top ho he nai saktaaaa, and that jeanz?.. over my dead body” I stood up from the couch.

“soch lo!... you are gonna miss that eye candy han! Ufff kia lag raha tha Hussain in those pantaloons… ONLY pantaloons I mean” Rida smirked and my eyes got widen on her words.

“ Rida! Give me the remote, NOW!” she backed off and I stepped towards her.

“Okay okay! Tops teri….but no jeanz, wo meri favourite hea yar. Ub to de de remote, please!” I pleaded her and she kept on enjoying the moment.

“chalo! Tum bhi kia yad karo gi, but dekh lo its PG 18 han!” she winked and I picked up the vase from the shelf and she ran towards the couch, she changed the channel and there it was, on Zoom tv Pantaloons were doing a promotional walk for the upcoming movie of Rhitik and Katrina “ Bang Bang” , models were walking on the ramp and seriously they were practically nude….OMG! has he done the same? I gulped down, my eyes glued on the screen.

“kahan gaya?I saw him yar……” Rida said, but I wasn’t listening to her anymore… he was there on the Ramp, Oh my God! Praise to my senses, that I was still breathing… after watching that greek God like Hunk claiming the ramp, in ofcorse pantaloons and a fitted black vest, his abbs were literally coming out from it and there was a smirk playing on his face….. ufff! That attitude, that aura. This man was being a murderer there, killing so many innocent souls with his hot looks. His waist band was slightly out of the pants and Oh My God! It was seriously too much Hussain, what are you up to? Mar he dalo ge kiya?!!!

I couldn’t take my eyes off from the screen, it was simply too much, Rida tried to say something in the middle when I hushed her up and could feel her blabbering against Hussain, koi bat nai filhal let me watch him, I will come to you later.

A bunch of models walked and then there came Rhitik and Katreena wearing light blue jeans and white vests, along with black jeckets on that. Both looked good together, they walked with the designer and finally for one last time all the models walked back on the ramp, Hussain was there too… now changed into a rough kind of jeanz and a light blue jacket on the top with all the button open, letting it hard to focus anywhere else. Arrghhh!

“Aa rai hea saans ya CPR doon?” Rida shook my shoulder, while I was lying back on the couch now with mouth half open.

“Seriously, Rida! Saans nai aa rai” I said, absentminded and Rida slapped my arm.

“Bulaoon Hussain ko?.... you need a CPR” Rida winked and I sat straight on the couch.

“You are Acid on my wounds…..Rida Bakhtawar” I pointed a finger at her and she laughed… so did I, after so many days.

“khair, tum bhi ajeeb ho Mannat Salaar! Roti bhi usi ki waja se ho or hasti bhi uski waja se” Rida looked at my face closely and the smile faded.

“wo hea he aesa, he has that thing in him, that empowers my heart, my mind…. Hasna, rona ….sab usi ki waja se hea ub to” I said, looking at my fingers and Rida kept quite.

“Mannat! Please tell him what you feel for him, you love him Mannat, you wont be able to live with anyone else…. Don’t do this to yourself and to shehroz as well” Rida said, after a couple of silent moments and I looked blankly at her face.

I sighed deep and then stood up from the couch, I went into the balcony and let the cold air surround me, in gulf me….. I crossed my arms around my torso, my thoughts and feelings were on fire.. the chilled air helped them to cool down a bit.

“What are you thinking?” Rida came and stood near me.

“Soch rai hoon bhaga ker le jaoon Hussain ko, ya phir kidnape ker lete hen usey, what do you think?” I said, and Rida looked at my face with all those weird expressions, I looked back at her and we both burst up in laughter.

“You are impossible Mannat Salar!... Oh My God, Hussain just doesn’t know what he is missing in his life” Rida looked at my face and I smiled at her.

“Yeah! bechara, bus he doesn’t know elsewise kab ka mujhe propose ker chukka hota” I joked and Rida smacked my head.

“Yeah! why not, do char chote chote Hussain bhi ghoom rae hote yahan ub tak” Rida said we laughed together.

I knew, it was all not gonna happen… no way! But still there is no crime in being happy, in dreaming and in loving…. Yes! I love him, I love Hussain, unconditionally. Doesn’t matter he is gonna love me back or not… I will still love him.

ANGAD SABERWAL

“Am so happy for you draling!.... finally that Hussain is out of your way” Sheetal snaked her arms around his neck.

“hm!...” he said, it seemed he was not listening to her at all. Lost somewhere.

“What happened? Arent you happy Angad?” She came and sat next to him.

“It wasn’t about Paris show Sheetal….. I just can not stand him around me, don’t you get that” he shouted and stood up from the couch, leaving her there astouned.

“Oh come on, don’t spoil the moment Angad….. lets have some fun” She went up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso but right then he jerked her arms away and she almost fell on the floor…..

“Even this little task and you couldn’t do that Sheetal, and you call your self my lover…. Huhn! If you truly loved me you would have done it by now” he pointed a finger at her and spatted.

“I tried Angad…. But, but Anuragh didn’t listen to me. You know how bossy he is at times, and I love you darling, please don’t get mad” Sheetal slowly took his hand in her, he looked pissed off.

“If you love me…. Prove it, don’t only claim.” He jerked off her hand from his and went to the front bar in his hall, took up a glass from the counter and put some champaign in it.

“okay, what do you want… tell me” she went and sat next to him on one of the bar chairs and he looked at her face closely.

“kuch bhi karo…. but defame him, defame him that he would never be able to make his place here…and to able to get in my way” his eyes were were on fire, he gulped down the whole of the liquor in one go and put the glass back on the counter harshly.

 “I don’t understand why they are letting these bloody muslims… these unworthy pakis to Bollywood, that Fawad Khan….. and now this Hussain!” Angad pour some more into his glass.

“Okay don’t worry Angad, mein hoon na… I will do whatever you want. Please relax now” Sheetal tried to calm him down.

“No… thankyou very much! Dekh liya mein ne tum kitna or kia ker sakti ho, let me do it in my way now” Angad gulped down and spatted on her face, he stood up and left the hall…. While Sheetal kept on calling behind but he didn’t listen.

Sheetal was the kind of girl who could go to any extreme for her love, but she didn’t get one thing, Angad was that kind of man who could go to any extreme for his ego…. Even letting go off his love would be a small bargain for him. Sheetal had tried a lot to defame Hussain when he first stepped here but nothing she could do about that. Every tactice she used on Hussain but luck was kind on him and he didn’t fall to her filthy traps.

Aaah! Guys I loved writing this chapter, My neice made a hell of fun …of few of the dialogues but nevermind ;) bare with it of you feel its toooo creepy or a bit too corny :D

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