Ek Ajnabee Haseena

chapter 11

Ishita was continuously dialling for rohan, as she kept on pacing back and forth, but there was no response. She kept her phone on the bed, as she sat next to it. she grabbed her phone again, as she angrily deleted his contact. She opened her photo gallery, and deleted any photo he was in, she was enraged by just a glance of him.

Ishita, standing by the counter, took out another box, as she heard the door opened.

"good evening sir, kya lenge aap?" asked ishita, as she looked up and found rohan, who had his glance fixed on her, and she just glared at him.

"kya hua, tumhe bhi meri shakal alia bhatt jaisi lag rahi hai?" remarked ishita, as she kept the cardboard box aside, it had labelled, 'Perry Bakery, since 1977'.

"ji?" questioned rohan, confused.

"oh, toh tumhare paas nayi line hai maarne ko?" interrogated ishita, as rohan chuckled while shaking his head.

"nahi, woh apne galat samajh liya...woh, aap sundar bahaut hain, actually..." stated rohan, as ishita raised her brow.

"tumse kabhi flirt nahi hua haina?" questioned ishita, as rohan nodded in agreement, his hand, across the back of his hair, and ishita chuckled, and took out a one kg cake.

"yeh lo, meri taraf se treat..." offered ishita, after wrapping it in the box.

"arre nahi, main paise..." attempted rohan to pay.

"rakh lo, sharafat ka inaam milna chahiye logon ko, bahaut kam ho gayi hai..." declined ishita, as rohan scoffed.

"rohan sharma.." offered rohan his hand, as ishita too shook it.

"ishita pathak..." stated ishita, as rohan took his hand back, and walked away with the cake.

A lady, probably in her late 50s, who was sitting at the counter, couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"tera bhi kya hi talent hai...bassi cake bhi nikalwadiya..." remarked the old lady.

"mera talent isse kahin diverse hain, dekh lena, tum bhi ek din meri bakery mein aogi, apna birthday cake lene..." proclaimed ishita.

"abhi toh tu paise hi jod le, ek mahina ka kiraya banani ki aisi dukan ka..." rebuked the lady.

"abe kisne tumhe zeher khiladiya itna, jab dekho negative baatein karni hoti hai..." remarked ishita, shaking her head in disbelief.

"yaad rakhna, tere bagal mein kholungi dukan, saare customer cheen lungi main!" exclaimed ishita, as the old lady chuckled.

"haan thik hai, chura lena..." replied the old lady, as ishita just rolled her eyes.

'budhi pata nahi apne aapko kya samjhti hai, mujh pe hass rahi hai!' thought ishita to herself.

Ishita, took out a box from the polythene she brought, as she grabbed a spoon from the kitchen, and started to eat the cake angrily.

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Abhijeet entered the club worried, as he had lost tarika on the way, but still found his way back. only to his surprise, there was tarika, on the top of the bar counter, with five whiskey shots in her hand, dancing like crazy. At one point, she even threw her shoes away, at the crowd, as she even started to open the buttons to her shirt, and the crowd started going crazy. Abhijeet, losing his mid, immediately ran to get tarika off the counter.

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The door was opened suddenly, as dushyant entered the house. Ishita, immediately looked up, enraged, continuing to eat.

"uhh, toh kaisa tha tumhara din?" asked dushyant, worried, as he walked over to her, still eating angrily.

"ishita..." placed dushyant his hand on ishita's shoulder, as she turned to him , furious.

"aadmi itni kote, kaamene, haraamkhor, aur ek number ke jhoote kyun hote hain!" yelled ishita, as dushyant was perplexed.

"uhh, shayad tumse darte honge, isliye bachne ke liye, yeh sab karte hain..." replied dushyant, as he attempted to comprehend what was happening.

"maine usse free ka cake diya, bassi diya, par free diya! har valentine's day pe cardon pe paise kharche, agar woh saare paise bacha leti na, toh abhi tak bakery khareed bhi lee hoti maine uss budhi se! Aur usne, usne, mujhe ek baar, cotton candy aur golgappe khilaye! Maine kabhi koi shikayat ki, nahi! Kyunki maine socha, naukri mil jayegi usse, phir dekhenge....ab batao, itni understanding ladki milegi usse kahin! Saala haridwar jaake dhoondega tab bhi aisi ladki nahi milegi! Imagine, mujhe, mujhe, choda hi isne!" ranted ishita, as dushyant hugged her.

"jharnum mein bhi jagah nahi milegi usse!" yelled ishita, still in the hug, as he didn't say anything.

After a while, they separated.

"tum gussa toh nahi karogi na ki main golgappe lekar aaya?" asked dushyant, as ishita made a face, before replying.

"theeka haina?" asked ishita, as dushyant nodded in agreement.

"phir thik hai..." responded ishita, as he went to get them.

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Abhijeet was driving, as tarika kept on loafing around on the passenger's seat.

"mujhe dance karna hai!" exclaimed tarika, as abhijeet just rolled his eyes.

"tarika ji, aap...aapko toh yaad bhi nahi hoga yeh sab subha...aap sarah bata sakti hai, vasant vihar yahanse kaise jaana, main kabhi gaya nahi hoon...woh ek driver's license se dekh liya par...aap dwarka nahi reh sakti thi, main bhi chod aata!" grumbled abhijeet, as tarika just kept singing to herself.

"mainu lehenga lede...mehenga ja marjanya..." continued tarika to sing, as abhijeet looked around for someone to ask directions.

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Kavin, woke up with a yawn, as if he would sleep more if he just could. He sat up on his bed, when he noticed a cup of coffee in front of him, along with sandwiches for breakfast.

"good morning..." said purvi, as kavin was a bit surprised.

"i still love you kavin...and that's all that matters.." stated purvi, as kavin raised his brow.

"yeh tumne banaya hai?" asked kavin, as purvi shook her head in no.

"matlab sach keh rahi ho..." stated kavin, as grabbed the cup of coffee, but was slapped on the arm by purvi.

"kya! ab khaata toh hoon tumhare haath ka ghar pe!" exclaimed kavin, as they both couldn't help but burst into laughter.

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Author's note: hey guys, just wanted to know what y'all think of the story, and if you could just comment and/or comment down below, would be great, i would know that i'm taking the right direction with the story.