Naina reached her home, unlocked the door, put the keys safely inside the small cupboard, and walked inside her bedroom. She couldn't stop thinking how Sameer was getting furious at the taxi driver because he was playing all the songs related to her name. A nincompoop smile lingered on her lips while rummaging through the pile of clothes, and suddenly her eyes lay on one piece of cloth folded beneath her pristine maroon dress. She nervously drew out the nightie, holding it under her palms, feeling its softness. The memories attached to this smooth cloth promptly flashed in her mind, and she went back into the Yaadein of Pehle Ki.
| • Flashback • |
Naina has removed every clothes from her cupboard to rearrange them as according to her mother, She is a Chalta-Phirta owner of one tiny clothes shop, and she shouldn't ask to buy more clothes for almost two months. Sighing grumpily, she placed the haphazardly folded raiments on the bed, and much to her shock the whole room was loaded with her clothes, and some of them weren't even worn by her for once.
Indeed, Indian mothers are very clever and quick in calculating the number of clothes we have in our closets.
Naina helplessly gazed at the strewn clothes around her teeny-weeny bedroom, her hand on her hips, wondering from where to start folding them and keeping them back inside the almirah.
"Ugh, itne kapde kab khareede maine." She thought, and picked up one pink top, looking at it with a strange expression - "Yeh kab laya maine? Meri yadasth ko kya ho gaya hai bhai? Why can't I remember when I bought all these."
Naina threw her t-shirt and frustratedly scanned every top, shamelessly romancing with her jeans and night shorts. There was hardly any space left in her bedroom to roam anywhere, she carefully came ahead while dodging her other clothes, and before she could start with her mission ---> Kapde Jamao, her phone started to ring aloud, making her scowl at that person who is disturbing her right now.
"Kaun hai?" She attended the call without seeing the caller's name.
"Naina, aise kaun greet karta hai apne boyfriend ko?" Sameer's surprised voice coerced her to slap her forehead, and she replied - "Ugh, sorry...batao kya kaam hai?"
"How rude, bye." He said furiously.
"Sameer, mera dimag already kharab hai...my room is fully covered with clothes, clothes, and just clothes," Naina spoke irately while wandering her eyes on the traditional wears kept above the table.
"So you don't like CLOTHES?" Sameer asked her in a husky voice.
"No, I don't like it." She said miffedly, failing to understand the double-meaning joke attached to his question.
"Hawwww, naughty girl." He exclaimed shyly while palming his eyes, and Naina scrunched up her nose, wondering what naughty word she used.
"Shut up, I mean itne sare kapde nahi pasand...bilkul space nahi hai." She corrected her mistake once realization slapped her doofus mind, and Sameer giggled.
"Acha ok, balcony me aao...I am coming to meet you." He told her.
"Haan theek hai." Naina was utterly engrossed in putting the clothes aside to make some space for herself, that is why she didn't pay attention to his words.
"Wait, what?" She screamed at him while holding her innerwear in her hands, her lips opened completely.
"What? I am coming?" It felt like he was questioning himself instead of answering her, and Naina quickly said - "No please, aaj mat aana...where will you sit?"
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