"Why does he have to accompany me? Why can't I just grocery shop alone? Ya phir , why can't he do it on his own. Alaa app bhi na." Mehr complained as she folded her hands against her chest.
"Mehr, zid nai karo! Bola hai na akele nai jana app nay. Dhund hai aj bohat. Also , after that trip to the dentist alone, uske baad tu apnay kahin akele nai jana...."
"Par Alaa........."
"Mehr-un-Nisa! Keh dia na. Jao Behzad ko sath leke jao!"
"Tu why cant he go alone?" Mehr complained.
"Because he doesn't want to...." Ala replied.
"Alaa, this aint fair...."
"He just accompanying you as a favor to me....."
"Accompanying... favor !! Mehhhh !!! It's Behzad wants to irritate Mehr day for him. Because his project is complete, and he has no one to bug!"
"Mehr-un-Nisa,yeh mera masla nai hai...."
Alaa only called her Mehr-un-Nisa when she was done listening . It was a sign Mehr decided to ignore.
"Alaa!!! If this is about the vandalism in my workshop tu main apko yaad dila doon k Maneeha destroyed my work because OF HIM ! Because she thought he was ignoring her for me.... Aur app mujhe usi k sath he bhej rahi hai....."
"Haan bhej rahi hoon!! And it's not about that ! It's about your trip to the dentist!" Her khala said with little authority.
"Khabees! He promised he won't tell..." Mehr complained!
"....Everyone! And he didn't! He just told me!" Ala justified.
"Uski Ala hain app ya Meri? Ajj faisla kar letay hain..." Mehr puffed.
"Mehr!!" Her Ala gave her the look that reminded Mehr of her Amma!
"Acha thek hai. Par main nai ja rahi usay bulanay! App bolain usay! Agr 5 min woh nai aya tu I'll leave without him." Mehr told her Khala as she grabbed the keys from the key stand.
Not even one minute later Behzad was standing outside in front of her car.
"Marzi hai apki...Meri gari main chaltay hain nai? Bohat acha lagae ga.... Main gari chalon ga teez aur app bolain ge "Behzad apkoo meri kasam gari ahista chaloa...." He said giving her a cheeky smile.
"Aur phir app gari aur teez chalain gay... Takay main maar jaon... Jee nai ! "
"Yehi tu main chahta hoon !! Kay app mujhe par marr jayen.... Kitna samjhti hain app mujhe!Hayeeeee!!" He said as he held his heart! His eyes were shining, and his good damn white teeth were dazzling! Ajj zyda ghis k ayaa hai yeh dant kya? Hein???
"Petrol 250/litre hua hai ....Bakwas ka time nai hai! Baithana hai tu jaldi beitho!" She told him as she rolled her window up and she pressed on the accelerator. The car made that "Ganggggggg" sound and Mehr couldn't help but give him the satisfied grin as he knocked on the window.
"Cutie ek masla ho gaya hai?"
Rolling the windows down, Mehr gave him the look. "Kya masla hai? Apki simping ka time ho raha hai? Is it Maneeha ya Sana? Ya phir Saba? Actually nevermind, I am leaving. I don't care." Mehr told him as she rolled the window up.
"Nai, cutie woh na apko batana bhol gaya tha kaal. Apki gari kar tyre puncture hai . Peechay wala." He said giving her the cheeky smile.
"Fuck off Behzad! You did it intentionally! Chote bachay ho kya?" Now Mehr knew how Rahul from K3G would have felt when Kajol aka Anjali deflated his tyre. SHE FELT LIKE COMMITTING A MURDER!
"Jee, ghod main lait jaon apki?" He replied as he battled his lashes while Mehr turned pink!
"Apko set karna paray ga..." She replied as she turned the ignition off , got out of the car and banged the door which she was going to regret later.
"Mujhe? Set? Nai Mehr jee, apko pata nai laga par app nay mujhe kab ka set kiya hua hai...." He replied and then snickered loving his reply.
"Alaaa ! Alaa!!!" Mehr shouted marching inside.
"Behzad ko ghar say nikalain warna main chali jaon ge." Mehr demanded as she marched inside like a toddler on a mission, whose favorite toy had been stolen by the other kid from the playground !
"Alaaa!! Kahan hai app!" Mehr shouted again as she entered the TV longue.
"Kya ho gaya hai Mehr!", Mehreen Khala who was sitting in the longue watching her favorite drama asked, disinterested.
"Alaa! Idhar dekhain yaar." Mehr said annoyed as she waited for her Ala's attention to complain.
"Mehr! Itna important scene chal raha hai. Abhi Shabo batanay wali hai sub kuch!" Mehreen Ala replied as she turned her attention back to the TV.
"Behzad k bachay nay meri gari ka tyre puncture kar dia hai."
"Astagirfullah Ala, yeh kesi inzam lagi rahi hain yeh humaray bachoon....mera matlab hai mujhe par...." Behzad replied.
"Mehr, Khalidi nay mujhe kaal he bataya tha, k apki gari ka tyre puncture hai.Woh keh rahay thay k sham tak puncture lagwa dein gay... Mere zehan say nikal gaya" Ala informed her.
"Ab main nai ja rahi! Mera mood kharab kar dia hai isnay."
"Mehr, what are you? 6! Jao shabash grocery kar k ao!"
"Kaal ko chalain jayen gay na...."
"Mehr!"
"Mujhe nai jana iske sath. I'll ask Bestie. Woh ajae ga na...Also, his girlfriends give me the death glare when I go out with him..." Mehr pointed her fingers at Behzad.
"And apko iskay farq parta hai?" Alaa asked.
"Nai parta..." Mehr replied.
"Tu phir?" Ala inquired.
"I just don't like the yeh kon hai look they give me. Kaal tu koi aur bethi the, ajj yeh kon hai......." She whispered under her breath, and he grinned at her. She was so cute when she was jealous.
"Jao meri jaan! Shabash! Khuda hafiz." Her Ala kissed her forehead and suddenly Mehr wasn't feeling so bad! Meri Jaan was her weakness. Call her that and she'd melt. Meri Jaan combined with the forehead kiss. She didn't stand a chance.
"Gari ki seat par koi bhi ho....dil main tu humesha say app he then....cutie." He replied once they were in hallway.
"Acha acha isi liye what was her name Ismara, Saba, Maneeha k sath dinner par gaye thay?"
"Are you sure you aren't Love?" (Quinn ..... Because she is kinda stalking him ...It's a YOU season reference...)
"Yes, I am not the LOVE of your life..." She replied.
"You, sound sad."
"I am miserable." It was true.
He smiled, as he closed the door for her!
Mehr didn't like the silence in the car. Not after her admission of the fact that hadn't sounded sarcastic as she had intended it to be. She leaned forward and turned on the stereo.
"Meh, I am in no mood for sadies. Or the English songs." She said as the Arijit's "Yaad hai na" blasted through the speakers. She switched the channels and settled back in her seat.
"AP Dhillon?" He asked surprised as 'Tere Te' began blasting through the speakers.
"He he?" She smiled as she looked at him blushing.
"Khadija used to listen and it kinda grew on me."
"Sure, Khadija did."
"Do you even get Punjabi?" He asked.
"Thori se..." She replied.
"Woh bol raha hai k app mera sath he khari hoon ke achi lagti hain. As in we look complement each other", He replied.
"Bullshit... Apni taraf say maat bolain app.."
"Sachi... that's what he is saying...."
"And you know it because?"
"Because Mustufa is Punjabi! Us say seekhi...." He replied but she was still not buying that.
As they approached another curve. Behzad pressed the brakes again.
"Behzad! Do you do this with all of your gurls? Impress them with your 'driving skills' so that they glue themselves to you?" Mehr said as she instinctively pushed against the door to stop herself from crashing into it as the car turned over the curve.
"You driving skills are crap! It's a wonder you are alive." She remarked.
Cursing, he held on to the wheel.
"Brakes aren't working", He told her trying to sound as calm as he could.
"Behzad, this is no time to prank......."
"I am serious ...... Mehr-un-Nisa..."
"Behzad........" She said looking at him panic stricken. His eyes were dead serious confirming it. Her gaze flickered over speedometer. They were going at 80 km/hr.
"Apki is mehnagi gari main airbags tu hain na?"
"Seriously Mehr-un-Nisa! I tell you brakes aren't working, and this is your response. Can we do it later when I am not fighting for our lives. Jee, air bags hain meri Jaan. But they are not going to be of any use if we end up in a ditch."
"I am sorry" She replied as her face turned white. Meri Jaan, he called me meri jaan. Am I really his jaan?? Should I ask him?
Tires squealed as he rounded the next curve. Gravel spit under the wheels as the car went wide. There was the scrape and scream of metal as the fender kissed the guardrail. She looked at the winding road spinning in front of her. Her vision blurred then cleared. The sign before the S-turn cautioned for a safe speed of thirty. Behzad took it at 65. Mehr shut her eyes. But the closed eyes, were making it more stressful. She would never see it coming.
Behzad yanked the car around. Eyes intense he stared at the road ahead, trying to anticipate each curve. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew the roads, had drove around them since he was a kid. In less than 4 kilometers there was a steep decline. At high steep they would ram straight into something and crash.
Not the end he had planned for his love story. Was it even a love story? He tasted his own fear. Swallowing the bile that was clogging his throat, he began.
"It's going to be okay Mehr-un-Nisa. Main hoon na." He wished he could look into her eyes and tell her that. But he couldn't keep his off of the road.
It was the first time he had said it. It was the first time she had heard him say it. He hadn't said it when Amma died. Or when she had to restart her life. Or when Mamo died, and she felt orphaned or when her workplace was destroyed. He was saying it now. The words that she wanted to hear. That he was there for her.
Mehr wanted to reach his face, look him in the eye and tell him how much those words meant to her. But she was going to die. Her mind was numb. Blank! She heard the tires scream and her heart jumped to her throat with each screeching sound made due to friction. No matter what he said, they were never going to make it.
Mehr studied his handsome profile. Gosh, she wished she could hold his face in her hands and tell him all that she was hiding. Why was she hiding it now?
She saw trees rush by as the car slid on the slippery edge of the lane. Almost, for an instant, the rubber seemed to grip the gravel beneath. But the turn was too sharp, the speed too fast. Out of control, the car spiraled toward the trees.
Mehr, you idiot! You are dying. And he deserves to know this. Maybe he doesn't, given he is an alpha J. But you need to say this. Tell, the man you love that you love him. It's not that he is going to live long enough to hold that against you.
"Buray ho! App ! bohat! You are always choosing other people over me. Throwing me under the bus, leaving without informing and not looking back but still.........." Mehr paused for air. ".....I love you, Behzad. I always have. I am kinda petty. But so are you. Don't you dare deny it. Irsa thinks you are the boy version of me. But I am not a shameless flirt. Okay, I am but I don't flirt consciously like you. I don't! I am a loyal, good friend unlike you! Still, I love you, but before you gloat over it, let me tell you. You aren't very easy to love! But that doesn't mean, I'll stop loving you... I am hoping..." She whispered as she instinctively reached for his forearm. But before she could grab him the world went black.
Behzad came back to the world slowly. He tried to make sense of the events. He was hurt and he didn't understand why. There was noise as if someone was knocking. Disfigured and confused he turned his head towards the source. Turning his head, hurt like shit. Opening his eyes, he was welcomed by the light that made him blink. His vision was blur but slowly it cleared. Two boys were staring at him through the window. Their eyes wide open with shock.
"Bhai Jaan app thek hain?" One of them asked.
"Ambulance..." He stuttered.
"Jee jee ati ho ge." The other boy replied.
"Woh baji ka khoon beh raha hai..." The older boy said as he stared past Behzad.
"Baji?" Behzad was still dazed. Kon baji?
"Mehr-un-Nisa!" Fear broke through the fog that was clouding his mind. In seconds, he unbuckled. Kicked at the door. Good thing the car hadn't turned over. Getting out the car, he ran to the passenger door, begging Allah for courage and safety. He couldn't lose her too. He had lost almost everyone whom he loved.
"Mehr-un-Nisa! Mehr-un-Nisa!!" His fingers shook as he reached for the pulse of her neck. It was weak but he found it. Blood from a cut on her forehead ran down her face and onto his hands. With his fingers pressed against the wound, he asked the boy to help him with the first aid kit that was in the trunk. Gosh, he couldn't lose her. Not her! Not her!
"Shhh!" He whispered as he held her in his arms. She whispered incoherent gibberish which didn't made sense but right now with her bleeding in his arms, nothing was making sense.
"It's okay, Mehr-un-Nisa. I've got you."
"Take it easy," he murmured when she began to stir. "Don't move around." When she opened her eyes, he saw they were glazed and unfocused. "You're all right, you are all right. I've got you." Gently he cupped her face in his hands and continued to reassure her. Her eyes focused gradually. As they did, she reached for his hand and held on tight.
"Thek ho Simp...." She asked. And he wanted to laugh! The car was turned upside down, she was bleeding and she had to call him Simp! What was with her and nicknaming people. Boobaaa, Legolas, Bestieee....And the list went on.
"Sub thek hai. Sub thek hai...". He placed his forehead against hers a moment. "You are alright. You are safe. I've got you." He repeated over and over again. He wasn't telling that to her, her was telling it to himself.
Confused, she looked around. It had been the deep, slushy snow that had slowed them down enough to prevent the crash from being fatal. "YouâAre you all right?" The tears started when she reached out and took his face in her hands as he had with hers. "You're all right. Haina?"
"Never better before." His wrist throbbed and his head ached unbelievably, but he was alive, holding the love of his life. They had seen better days but for the first time, they felt at home.
They heard the siren wail up the mountain road.
"dair kar de gotchu bolnay main...." She whispered. It was barely coherent but he got it.
"Don't !" he replied and she began blinking and losing focus.
"Meri jaan, please don't close your eyes...." He begged.
"Khul nai rahi Shortgun, I am tired......"
"Don't you dare pass out on me! Mana k khobsurat hoon par..." He said. WHERE THE FUNK WAS THE AMBULANCE!
He was silent until she opened her eyes again. "You know what happened?"
Her head ached badly. "This is not the time to tell me Maheen called you and proposed, Simp? I am dying here. At-least be a little kind."
He gave her the look, not looking away when the ambulance pulled into the slushy lane. "Yes, she did. Bol rahi the Mehr ko khai main phaink k ana. I said "Yes, Comrade!" But I was talking about something rather important..."
"Maheen say zyda kya important hai, Loverboy?" She asked with a touch of irritation.
"App!" He said giving her the cheeky smile. And Mehr knew she was in deep trouble, and it all had to do with her death bed confession which technically wasn't a 'death bed'. But she'd worry about all that when she wasn't this tried and staying awake wasn't this difficult. If odds were in her favor, she won't even have to worry about that.
"Baby....apko..bana..tha...aur...." She whispered and he laughed. So unlike her to find humor in this situation when her head was in his lap bleeding and she was fighting for her life.
"Don't ever change, Behzad." She said as allowed the darkness take over her.
"Mehr-un-Nisa..." He called out, feeling the hand that was now limp in his hold.
"Yeh wala mazaq nai hai ....Utho bhai.." He shook her. But to no avail. He shouted at the medics helplessly to get there as he held her in his arms!
Assalam-Alikum :) HEHEHEHEH
My finals are going to start from next month so I'll post the rest of stuff and get done.... I really like the christmas vibes and the lights and the exchanging of wrapped gifts... Feels so haram but so warm and sweet...
AND I finally found the USB that had His Qisas in it. Soooooo woh bhi coming backkkkkkkk...(after my finals.....)
MAN I really wanna start a meme page par koi , follow nai karay ga so i do all the komedy here.
(Lots of love, remember me in your prayers pleaseeeeee)
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