Tomato Love Story (Tamatar n bana di Jodi) ✓

Chapter 6

Priya's POV

From the day I have asked him not to contact me again he hasn't. I was checking my phone every day for a call or any message but there was none neither he was seen around my classes. I don't know why I expect him to contact me when I have nothing to do with him.

Nevertheless, shaking my head to throw him out of my mind I moved towards the Almira to pick out my nightdress. It is time to call it a day.

I was about to pick up the dress when I heard a loud thud. I instantly turner around to see a man lying on the ground beside the window.

What the hell!

I took the first thing that came in my hand and ran towards the man to kill him. But before I could do that he looked up.

"Hey"

He smiled sheepishly moving his fingers up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Aapne pukara or hum chale aae masteriji" my eyebrows knitted "aap hume hi yaad kar rahi thi na masterinji?" (I am here because you were missing me)

I opened my mouth to say 'No' but he cut me off.

"Dekhiye jhooth mat boliyega" (Please don't lie)

"Tum yaha se abhi k abhi niklo" (Get out of here, this instant)

"Arrey m yaha itni mehnat karke aaya or aap mere se jaane ki keh rahi hai" (I came here with so much difficulty and you are asking me to leave. This is not fair)

"Mujhe kuch bhi nahi pata. Bss jao yaha se" (I don't know anything just go from here)

I was pushing him out of the window when I heard my brother calling me.

"Gudiya" (Doll)

"Ye kiski himmat hui tumhe gudiya bulane ki?" (Who dares to call you a doll?)

"Bhaiya, please go from here before he sees you here, with me" I almost begged.

"I am not going anywhere" he folded his hand to his chest and stand in his place adamantly.

"Ek kaam karo, tum iss charpai* k neeche chup jao" (Ok then, hide under this cot)

[Charpai, Charpaya, Charpoy, Khat, or Manji is a traditional woven bed used across South Asia. Regional variations are found in Afghanistan and Pakistan, North and Central India, Bihar and Myanmar. It is also known as khaat, khatia, or manji, and as manjaa in Punjab]

"Tum is charpai pr soti ho? Tumhe chubhti ni h ye?" (Do you sleep on this cot? Doesn't it stings?)

"Iss waqt sabse jyada tum mujhe chubh rahe ho" (At present, you are stinging me the most)

"Because I am a wasp" he winked.

"Gudiya... Is everything fine?"

"Yes, bhaiya, one second"

I push him under the bed and after making sure that he has hidden properly I opened the door.

"Gudiya tumhe itna paseena kyu aa raha hai?" (Priya, Why are you sweating so much?)