Harfan Maula ✓

4.1 • The Prank

“Parisa, yeh kya pehna hua hai tumne?” Dadi Jaan asked, glaring at Parisa with her big, scary eyes.

(Parisa, what are you wearing?)

“Dadi Jaan, mai toh roz aise hi kapde pehenti hoon,” Parisa was confused. She was wearing a simple white frock suit. What was wrong with her dress?

(Dadi Jaan, I wear such clothes everyday.)

“Pagal ladki, aaj tera shauhar aanth saal baad waapis aa raha hai. Thoda sa shringar hi karle.”  She continued, “Aanth saal baad tumhara shauhar waapis aa raha hai aur tum yun safaid libaas pehen kar dayan ke jaise ghoom rahi ho.”  The seventy-year-old grandma loved to create drama over nothing.

(Mad girl, today your husband is returning after eight years. Dress up a little.) (He is coming after eight years and you are roaming around like a witch in this white dress.)

#AadatSeMajboor

“Lekin Ammi Jaan toh kehti hai ke mai safaid rang mein bilkul hoor lagti hoon.” Parisa said with a pout on her face. Even though she knew Dadi was getting paranoid for no particular reason.

(But Ammi Jaan says I look exactly like a fairy in white colour.)

“Naam Parisa hone se tum pari jaisi nahi ban jaogi. Sajna sawarna bhi padta hai. Kaun kahega tumhara nikkah ho chuka hai. Pata hai pichle do saal mein tumhare liye paanch paanch rishte aa chuke hai.” She adjusted her glasses while saying so.

(Just because your name is Parisa [like a fairy] doesn't mean you will become like a fairy. Who will say you are married. Do you know, in the last two years, total five proposals have come for you.)

“Arrey wah! Meri itni demand hai!? ” Parisa grinned.

(Oh wow! I'm so much in demand!?)

“Nashukri ladki, kyun bhool jati ho tumhara ek shauhar bhi hai?”

(Ungrateful girl, why do you always forget that you have a husband too?)

“Dadi Jaan, ab yeh toh bachpan mein karayi shadi ke nuksanaat hai.” She shrugged and held the strap of her kit.

(Dadi Jaan, now this is the side effect of marriage in childhood.)

“Chup! Jao jaake koi accha sa joda pehen kar aao.” Dadi Jaan pointed towards Parisa's bedroom.

(Shut up! Go and wear some nice dress.)

“Dadi Jaan, maine university bhi jana hai,” She looked at her wristwatch, “Arrey! Mai toh already late hoon. Acha, Dadi Jaan, mai chalti hoon. Khuda Hafiz.” 

(Dadi Jaan, I have to go to university as well.) (Oh, I'm already late. Okay, Dadi Jaan, I'm going.)

And she ran out of the Haveli before Dadi could stop her and quickly sat inside the car assigned to drop and pick her from the university.

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The car halted outside the university campus where Parisa studied. Parisa quickly got out of the car and wore her ID card before entering the campus gate.

She was walking by the lane at the side of the football playground. Her eyes were roaming around looking for a certain someone she loved to argue with.

“Aaj professor sahab nazar nahi aa rahe.” She mumbled to herself.

(Today Professor Sahab are not visible.)

The very moment a football came flying towards her and hit her head. Parisa couldn't understand what just happened. She only realised the situation when she fell on the ground and a sharp pain spread through her head.