Chapter 6

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The phone rang as Kirti and Vally were lounging in Ballu and Yash's room, watching a movie.

"Hello...Simran?" said Ballu.

Yash perked up.

"Bhabi ji...Sat Sri Akal!"

"Sat Sri Akal," said Simran. "Unko bhi mere taraf se hello bolna."

"Simran hello bol rahi hai," said Ballu obligingly.

"Hello ji!" yelled Yash and Kirti.

"Lekin bhabi ji, hum aapko Julie ke bare me kuchh nahi batayenge!" shrieked Yash.

The theatre exploded again.

Yash, who used to be the most unimaginative person you could imagine, turned into a powerhouse of evil ideas when it came to pranks.

Especially when he was with Kirti.

"Mai na tere lobby se jake call karta hu, ye nalayak mujhe chher rahe..." said Ballu, panicking.

"Ek minute ek minute," protested Simran. "Kaun Julie?"

"Arey Julie koi nahi hai—mai tere ko lobby se call karta hu—ok ok—" Ballu put down the phone and glared at Yash and Kirti who were rolling on the bed, laughing. "Kya yaar...tum log sagai katwaoge meri...ab uski dimag se Julie hatani hai yaar..."

"Nahi hategi—"

"Julie! I love—"

The phone rang again.

"Leave the poor man alone," said Ballu sympathetically.

"The poor man is you," pointed out Kiri.

"That's me 40 years back," said Ballu. "Kirti wouldn't dare try anything on me now—"

Kirti looked over, eyes glinting.

Ballu decided it was best to shut up.

Yash beat Ballu to it.

"Hello," he whispered in what he must have considered a seductive voice. "Julie speaking..."

Ballu looked on in despair.

Yash sat up straight.

"Lala ji?"

Kirti, Ballu and Vally froze, too.

"Kaun Julie?" asked Yash. "Nahi Julie nahi—"

Ballu ran to switch off the TV.

"July bola July..." went on Yash. "Hanji Lala ji wo munde sare baithe the na room me...keh rahe the ki chhuttiya manake June me nahi July me wapas jayenge..."

"He made up better excuses to Lala ji that you ever did, Jim pa," Kirti leaned around Maddi to say.

"Kaps did, too," said Maddi.

"Because they were dad's favourites, weren't they?" said Jimmy. "They couldn't do wrong in his eyes—and everything I did was wrong in his eyes—" he added, the sense of aggrievedness rankling inside for a moment.

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