"Itni nafrat achhi baat nahi"
Are we playing copy cat???? This time it was me who turned towards him and he was sitting with a straight face as if he hadn't spoken it out loud.
"Itni choti umr me apne dil me itni nafrat paalogi to is khoobsurat se chehre pe 2-3 saal me hi jhuriyan ane lagengi" he said pointing to my face.
My hands immediately reached my cheeks and my eyes went wide. No, I can't imagine a wrinkled face!
Wait! Did he call me beautiful?
Thank you I wanted to tell him. But why should I?
He said I would have wrinkles on my face soon. I must reprimand him.
But again, why should I?
He is a stranger and I hate strangers.
This time I made sure I didn't say it loud.
"Waise saare ajnabi bure nahi hote"
How did he hear me saying that?
I am sure I didn't say it aloud. Does he have some 7th sense or something, if there is something called 7th sense?!
"Haan?" I asked baffled.
"Maine kaha saare ajnabi bure nahi hothe?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jahan tak mera andaza hai, tum south Indian ho, kyunki tum phone pe kisi ko Akka bula rahi thi. But tumhari Hindi kafi achhi hai"
"To?"
"To meri baat kamatlab samajhna tumhare liye mushkil nahi hona chahye."
"Kya matlab?"
"Yahi ke maine ek simple sa hindi statement kaha jiska matlab tumhe samajh aajana chahye"
"Par mai kyun samjhun? By the way mai tumse baat hi kyun kar rahi hun? You are a stranger and I. ..." I stopped myself from completing the statement and turned away.
"Exactly my point. I am a stranger aur mai bura nahi hun. Yahi samjhana tha tumhe"
"Oh Wow! Ab ek stranger jo apparently eavesdropping karke meri batein sun raha tha, mujhe ye samjhayega ke ajnabi bure nahi hothe."
"Right and wrong"
"What????"
"You are right ke mai stranger hun. And you are wrong ke mai eavesdropping kar raha tha"
"Achhaa???? To aap mujhe batane ki kripa karenge ke apko kaise patha chala ke mai apni Akka se baat kar rahi thi aur mujhe strangers achhe nahi lagte!"
"Uparwale ki kripa se mere dono kaan salamat hain. Aur jitni zor se tum phone pe bat kar rahi thi, koi behra bhi sun patha."
"Kuchh bhi?"
"Kya kuchh bhi? Woh udhar baitha chaiwale ne bhi sun li hogi tumhari batein. Mai to phir bhi isi bench pe baitha hun"
"Itni problem thi to kahin aur jake baith jathe"
"Tum bi to kahin aur jake chilla sakti thi"
"Mai kyun jaaoon? Ye mera bench hai"
He suddenly stood up and walked around the bench as if looking for something.
"Kya hua?"
"Mai dekh raha tha ke tumhara naam kahan pe likha hai. Kahin nazar to nahi araha. So I assume ke ye public property hai. Aur kyunki mai public ka hissa hun I have all rights to sit on this bench" he smirked.
Arghhh I just wanted to wipe that smirk out of his face.
I folded my arms across my chest showing disinterest in continuing the conversation.
But this man is adamant I tell you. He had the audacity to come & sit beside me again and that too much closer this time. I shifted to the edge of the bench and shrunk myself as much as possible.
"Don't worry mai tumhe kuch nahi karunga. As I said saare ajnabi bure nahi hothe"
"Tum news channel me kaam karte ho kya? Ek hi bat kitni baar kahoge?"
"To is logic se to tumhe news channel ki prime reporter hona chahye. Kyunki tum apni hate speech kam se kam 5 baar to dohra chuki ho"
"Prime report ka to pata nahi lekin agar tum apni bakwas band nahi karoge to ek crime report zarur ready ho jayega. Bangalore Railway station pe ek mahila ke hathon ek ajnabi ka qathl"
"Boo...mai dar gaya"
"Joke tha? Hasi nahi ayi"
"My bad...tch...tch...chalo joke ko maro goli...asli point pe athe hain. Kaho ye manti ho ya nahi ke sare ajnabi bure nahi hote"
"Kya baar baar yahi rat laga rakha hai. Mai ajnabiyon ke bare me kuchbhi sochun tumhe kyun farq pad raha hai"
"Farq kyun nahi padega. Mai tumhare liye ek ajnabi hun aur tum mere moo pe bol rahi ho ke mai bura hun to defend to karunga na"
"Wakeel ho? Jo defend kar rahe ho. Itna hi shouq hai defend karneka to sabit karke dikhao ke jo tum keh rahe ho wo sahi hai"
"Oh sure! My pleasure"
"And how are you planning to prove it?"
"Tumhe mere sath waqt guzarna hoga"
Did he just say that!?
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Char Kadam: IshRa FanFic #Completed
FanfictionIshita is a lovely and loving girl but hates 2 things in life: Waiting and Strangers. But as fate had planned, she has to deal with both when her train back home gets delayed. Read to find out what makes her change her life and preferences. Well I a...
