As I step inside , I see there is beautiful garden that surrounds the house. My heart is beating violently.I still have not been come to believe the hand that life gave me.
I feel like I should do something but its not everyday that this type of thing happens with someone.
I enter the house as the door is open.
I look at the pretty house, so like mine in interior and all yet not mine.
Was there really a girl who looked like me.
How is it possible.
I frown in confusion.
“ kya bhoot banke khadi ho, jao haath muh dho lo” a lady with brownish straight hair says and casually go towards other part of the house.
“saare saare din bas saheliyo se gappe marne hai” she mutters.
Who is she?
Ok so I am in this house , so I ‘ll have to figure out the rishtedaari and who’s who and all, but first I will go and change.
Mere kapdo ki toh band baji hui hai.
But where’s jiya’s room.
I see a fat young boy sitting on the sofa and playing game .
I go and tap him on his head.
“ arrey kon h—” he swats my hand and looks up “ jiya appi, sorry I didn’t see, maaf kr dein please”
His whole body language has changed as if he is afraid of me.
I smile and say “ kar dungi , lekin chalo pehle mere kamre tak”
“ par kyun” he asks
“ chalte ho ki—” I try to scare him a little by showing a punch.
And it works.
“ nahi nahi, appi bole aur DJ mana kare, sawaal hi nhi uthta, chale”
And then dj leads me up the stairs .
There are two rooms on the first floor.
He enters the first room.
There are two beds. Again the interior is little too much like my bedroom, It surprises me, yet I am thinking it should not.
This all means arjiya has been planning all of this for a long time.
“ ye dusra wala bed kiska hai” I ask dj.
“acha bache ki jaan loge kya, ab kya m yahaan so bhi nhi sakta” dj acts and says emotionally.
I don’t have any siblings. But the drama that he is doing is still clear to me.
“ chalo jao yahaan se , mujhe nahana hai” I try to say rudely as I am coming to know from dj’s talk that’s how arjiya behaved.
He happily darts out of the room.
I open the cupboard near the arjiya’s bed. There are many clothes but all are mostly kutis and suits.
I take a short white kurta out and white plazzo and go to take the shower.
While I am showering someone from out says
“ jiya , iske baad kitchen me aa jaana , meri shehjaadi, tera favourite mutton korma banaya hai”
I vomit in shock the pizza that I had in morning.
I know I am muslim but I have never been able to stomach meat. Have allergy so I am a vegetarian. My whole family doesn’t eat non veg in front of me .
What will I do .
I go downstairs and randomly walk down a corridor trying to find kitchen.
There is a person pacing infront of tv. He is wearing blue kurta . he seems very tense.
“ hayee , duniya me kitni bimaariyo aa gyi hai, meri dawaiyein bhi khatam hone wali hai, Arsal abhi tak aaya kyuun nhi”
He stops when he sees me.
“ jiya bete, call karo arsal ko aur kaho ke mere dawaiyein leta aaye, mujhe bahut tension ho rhi hai”
He doesn’t seem ill to me.
“ kya hua hai aapko?” I ask cautiously.
“hua kuch nahi, lekin meri dawaiyei nahi aayi toh mera bp zarur bad jaana” he saya that and then goes out.
I see dj sitting on chair “ inko kya masla hai”
“ ye khud hi ek masla h” he mutters “ aap mujhse kyun puch rhi hain , aapke bhi toh abba hai” he says.
Wah abba ji ne apni beti ko dawayein di hoti toh m apni zindagi m hoti aur wo apne.
“ zyada bano mat” I say “arsal ko call karo aur bolo ki dwaiyein le aana”
“ ap kar lein , 1 min mar jaunga game m”
“mera pone kho gaya, call kar dena chup chaap”
I say and move towards another corridor.
“ aap wapis bahar ja rhi hai?” he asks in confusion.
“ nhi toh, kitchen me ja rhi hu” I say.
“ uss taraf maing gate h, aapko bhi dawaiyein chaiye kya, kitchen uss taraf h” he ppoints in opposite direction.
“ pata hai” I say , while my heart is beating loudly in my chest.
I fear that any moment they’ll know I am not their jiya and then they would hand me to police.
I don’t know what plan or thing to follow so
I just follow his directions for now.
YOU ARE READING
Suno chanda-Kashmakash
Fiksi PenggemarI am writing this with a little spin of tale. This is a story of an young intelligent business woman Jiya khan who is to be engaged to her family friend Rehaan ali. She goes to Karachi from Chandigarh for a business contract signing. But she gets s...
