SidNaaz Imagines

Imagine Two

Baat kyon Na Karuin Tumse?

It was almost completely dark outside when Siddharth came home that day. He wore a white shirt and dark blue denim jeans and entered the apartment with an ever-present cry of his mother's name on his lips. 

"Maa, ghar aa gaya mein!" He called out, slipping his shoes off near the entrance and rushed inside. 

He had barely stepped into the living area when he stopped dead in his tracks, a smile bloomed on his lips. 

"Moti tu kya kar rahi hai yahan?" He exclaimed, a teasing glint shone in his eyes as he walked up to her. Shehnaaz looked up at him and pouted. 

"Shehbaaz ko kaam se Pune jaana tha, toh--" Shehnaaz said quietly. 

"Toh woh apni museebat yahaan chod ke chala gaya? Tera bhai humaari dosti ka zyaada hi faayda utha-ta hai." Siddharth said, smirking. 

"Tujhe mein museebat lagti hoon?" Shehnaaz asked, her eyes wide as saucers. "Kutte, gall na kari mere naal hunn--" 

Siddharth chuckled. "Oye, Punjab ki shataabdi. Hindi aati hai na tujhe?" Siddharth nudged her teasingly. 

Shehnaaz glared at him. "Turr jaa aithon. Mein chittar laa doon nahi." (Get lost from here or I'll slap you.)

"Phir se." Siddharth rolled his eyes but before he could say anything more, she turned away from him. "Don't-- just don't irritate me yaar." 

Siddharth scrunched his nose, "Don't irritate me." He repeated her words in a shrilly mock of her voice. 

"Tu aate hi shuru ho gaya Siddharth!" Rita Maa admonished. "Yeh nahi ki saans le le, gharwaalon se do aachi baatein kar le. Aate hi meri laado ke peeche pad gaya."

Siddharth pouted childishly at being scolded by his mother while the woman herself turned to Shehnaaz, handing her a bowl. "Custard hai, kha le mera baccha, chod Siddharth ko woh toh gadha hai."

Shehnaaz smiled at Rita Maa and placed it on the table in front of them. Siddharth picked up the bowl, but before he could take a bite Rita Maa slapped his hand. "Shehnaaz ka hai, rakh waapis."

Siddharth frowned, playfully. "Kya karegi kha ke? Vaise hi dinn pe dinn moti hoti jaa rahi hai."

Maa glared at him angrily and Shehnaaz's face fell at his words. "Uska mood tere aane ke pehle vaise hi kharab tha Siddharth. Kya soojha tujhe aaj hi mazaak ka?" She sighed exasperated.

Siddharth smirk dissolved into a now genuine frown. "Mood kharaab tha, kyu bhai?" He asked, sitting on his knees in front of Shenaaz.

"Tu mana meri laado ko, mein dinner lagwaa rahi hoon." Rita Maa ruffled Siddharth's hair and left the couple alone.

Shehnaaz looked away from him. "Kucch nahi."

Siddharth sighed, guiding her to look back at him. "Kucch nahi toh nahi ho sakta bhai. Meri jaan pareshaan toh hai." 

"Koi jaan-vaan nahi hoon mein-- museebat hoon. Museebat hi theek hoon. You go about your work, don't talk to me. I'll go back home tomorrow-- won't bother you." Shehnaaz said quietly. 

Siddharth frowned.  "Kya bakk rahi hai bey gadhi! Tujhe pata hai mein mazaak kar raha tha. Aur baat kyon na karu tujhse, aise kaise nahi karu tujhse baat? Roz hi shoot pe ajeeb ajeeb ladkiyon ki shaklein dekh ke dinn nikaalna padta hai, ghar aaya hoon toh tu bhi mooh phula ke baithi hai pata nahi kiss baat pe.. mein kya karoon phir, marr jauin?" Siddharth asked, slightly agitated.

Shehnaaz pouted. 

"Rahi baat ghar jaane ki, toh kam se kam do hafta tu kidhar bhi nahi jaa rahi hai. It's been too long. Shehbaaz ke paas jaati hai, waapis aane ka naam hi mahi leti." Siddharth complained childishly.