A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Twenty

Zoya's POV:

I was sprawled on the bed with my feet facing the ceiling. Atif Aslam's Dil Diyan Gallan was playing in the back. The day was going so slow. I didn't like the end of weekends. You are dreading the next day already and you can't start something new either. Ajeeb Bakwas. Rubab was studying for her exams and Misha had gone to get her dress fitted. This was so boring.

Should I call up one of the boys? It's been a while since I have met them all. Saad was still mad at me for my impromptu trip to Lahore and he was still abroad. If I ask Danish or Zain to hang out, Saad will get petty and that will mean another baseless fight. That idea doesn't look like it will work out. What else is there?

"I AM SO BORED, I NEED THRILL IN MY LIFE!" I huffed as I got up. "Should I order food? Nah, that's no fun. I wonder if the next part of the Fifty Shades series came out. No, wait, should I prank call someone?" I felt new life breath into me. Maza ayega. Let's check the unknown numbers in my contact list. I really need to start saving names. Prank calling is always fun. Safe and thrilling.

Let's see, there are seven unsaved numbers in my phone log. I have no idea who they belong to. Hmmm, should I call the first one? Nah, that's too basic. Let's call the middle number. Now then, where is my other phone? I jumped off from the bed and started looking around. Last I checked, I put it in some drawer of the mahogany cupboard. It should still be there. I did a little dance as I went to the cupboard. This is so exciting. I haven't prank called in months. I wonder if I still have that talent in me.

Well, where are you, Nokia? Come out, come out wherever you are. THERE YOU ARE. MY PRECIOSA. MY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DAY. I took out the Nokia phone and turned it on. My previous number was still in this but I am sure none of those numbers had that. This was going to be so fun. I hope it has enough balance to make calls. Alright, let's do this. I copied the number from my current phone to the Nokia and called it.

The person picked up on the second bell.

"Hello?" A woman spoke up. Ugh, how unexciting. I didn't want to talk to a lady. It was always better with men. They were easier to mess around. More curiosity came out of them. I hung up in annoyance when I heard her second 'hello?' I looked at the number below hers. It looked interested. There were so many zeros in it. Let's go with that then.

The person picked up on the fourth bell. "Gee kon?" The voice was awfully soothing yet powerful. A man. Hell yeah, now we are talking. He already sounded annoyed. How should I screw with him? There was the sound of light music in the back. Sounded like a familiar Qawali. I couldn't remember which one but it was a famous one though.

"Menay poucha hai kon baat kar raha hai. (I asked who is speaking.)" I felt goosebumps at the authority in his tone. Damn, pissing him off is going to be so amusing. I quickly tried to come up with a counter.

"Dekhen meri baat sunen, (Look, listen to me,)" I interjected and brought out my most sultry voice. I couldn't speak in my real voice now could I? What if it is someone I know? Should I act cheap with him or outright blunt? How about both? I suppressed my giggle as I said my next words. "Mujhe apse bohat zaroori dil ki baat karni hai. (I have to talk to you about something really important.)"

"How did you get my number?" He sounded genuinely annoyed. Shit, he probably figured out I was pranking him.

"Mere khawab men aya tha. (It came in my dream.)" I tried my best to control my laugh when I heard him sigh.

"Men phone band karne laga hun. (I am going to hang up.)" He replied monotonously. Oh Hell Nah. Abhi tou maza ana shuru howa. (The fun just started)

"Bohat bari galti karogay zindagi yeh kar ke. Apko andaza nahi men kon hun. (You are making a big mistake. You don't know who I am.)" The words left my mouth before I could prevent it.