𝙹𝚊𝚋 𝚆𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚝 (✔)

Chapter 10

Hassena entered the room with a towel in her hand. Not that she only wanted to give her the towel but also she need to talk with her. But she stopped on the track when she saw Karishma, only in sports bra, which clung to her ample chest in the upper half. She was trying to find something, may be towel.

Okay, now admittedly she looked more attractive than a drowned cat. Water droplets dripping down from her locks to the floor. A single droplet pooled down to her throat before sliding inside her cleavage.

When Haseena noticed that her gaze followed it's path, she tore her eyes away. Heat rose on her cheeks. She mentally smack herself for staring too long. What if Karishma caught her checking out?
May be she would recieve a tight slap from her or her dirty sneakers straight on the face. Any of this options seemed fun so SHE BETTER STOP NOW!
Beside Karishma isn't her type. She tried to convince herself.

Hassena cleared her throat, "uhh.. Karishma maine apke liye towel laaya." She forwarded the towel towards Karishma and tried not to look the same direction.

Shit! since when she became a pervert?

"oh thanks." Karishma took the towel from her hand. Hassena looked from the corner of her eyes that Karishma dabbed it over her arms and neck.
"Ap-p change kijiye.." Haseena rushed from the room to take out her mind from gutter.

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"Di hum log abhi chalte hai." Cheeta sipped his coffee for the last time before standing.
"Ap log abhi chale jayenge? please dinner karke jaiye."-Haseena.
"Accha? to dinner mein khilaoge kya? khana banana ata vi hain?" Karishma whispered in her ear. Here she go again. She didn't know what happened with Karishma that she annoys her countless times.

"main-"
"nehi Haseena di, amma wait kar rahe honge. Sukriya, abhi hum chalte hain, fir kabhi sath mein dinner karenge."
Haseena nodded. Santu, Cheeta and Billu hugged Karishma tightly.

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At night Karishma was struggling with her belongings. She groaned in frustration. Never in her life, she folded her clothes. Her Amma used to do that.
And now Haseena asked her to fold her clothes neatly in the wardrobe.

To get rid of this super boring job, she got an idea. She crumpled her clothes together before shoving them all in wardrobe. She shut the door immediately, before they all fell over.
"isse kehte hai 'jaldi jaldi kapde fold karne ki ninja technique'." Karishma smiled proudly and brushed off the fake dirt from her hand. Now she done so she can check on Haseena.

She headed towards drawing room where Haseena sat with her book. It's the same book, which lied there abandoned Haseena was so concentrated on that book. Her glasses sliding down from her nose, which she fixed every time. Karishma found that her nerdy round glasses, look cute on her.

Karishma tiptoed towards her and "Huu.." she shouted on her ear.
"AHHHH..." Haseena jumped from sofa and sped up towards kitchen without looking back.

"Haseena, tum ki-tne darpok ho. Ha ha ha." Karishma said among the laughs. Haseena peeked from kitchen.

It's not her fault. She used to live all alone and it looks like she haven't habituated with someones company.
"Karishma dekhiye ap aisa maat kijiye, kya milega ek bechare jaan ko mar ke?!" Hassena came. Karishma was going to say something when her stomach growl. Her cheeks instantly became red. "Apko bhook lagi hain? maine rice aur boiled veggies banaye hain. Chaliye khana khate hain." Haseena smirked.

Rice and boiled veggies? Who are she? Japnese? How can an Indian eat boiled veggies?
She felt her tummy full as her tummy considered, it is better not to eat anything than eat boiled veggies.

"Karishma, humne serve kar diya hai, ayiye khana khate hain." Haseena called her.

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Karishma sat on the bed with grumpy face. You know, "The way to the heart is through the stomach!" and Haseena had done very terrible job.
She destroyed her taste buds by feeding her boiled potato, cabbage and carrots. Every fibre of her tongue cursed her. Haseena is genius indeed. She took a very good revenge.

Haseena entered the room and saw Karishma was looking outside the window. 'this is the right time to talk' she thought to herself.

"apse kuch baat karni hai." Haseena sat beside her but not too close.
"Ka?" Karishma raised her eyebrows wanting her to continue.
Haseena took a deep breath before starting, "Ap please kuch din k liye apna cafe ka kaam chod dijiye."
"Kiu?" Karishma looked at her in confusion. Now this catches her attention fully.
"Um sab ko malum hain ki ap humare girlfriend hai. Agar humare kisi colleague ne apko coffee shop mein kaam karte hua dekh liya to?"

'I can't believe, she said that.' Karishma struggled to keep her voice down. "Kiu tumhare colleagues ko coffee se allergy hai?" she asked innocently.
"nehi.. wo.. ek waitress meri.."
"Wo mera cafe hai, aur mai koi chori kar rahi hu kya? this-is-perfectly-fine-job."

Haseena looked anywhere but Karishma, "Iske liye apko jitne paise chahiye main dene ko taiyar hu. Par please ap cafe mein kaam mat kijiye. Bas deal tak. samjh ne ki koshish kijiye agar ap coffee shop mein kaam karenge to log sochega ki main apko help nehi kar sakti isiliye ap ko alag se kaam karna padta hai."

A few minutes ago Karishma thought that only men could be chauvinistic assholes. Karishma gave her disapproving look, "main yeha sirf tumhe help karne ayi hu. agar paiso ki garmi dikhani hain to kisi aur ko apni girlfriend bana lo. Main kabhi vi apna cafe ka kaam nehi chod sakti. And tum kis generation mein ho? ye twenty first century hain. Ladiya khud k daam pe koi vi kaam kar sakti hai. UNHE KISI KI JARURAT NEHI HAIN HELP K LIYE." She grabbed one of her pillow while moving out of the room.

Half way to the guest room Karishma felt that Haseena was following her. "Humein maaf kar dijiye." she took the pillow from her hand. "Agar ap ko ye kaam karni hi hain, to ap kar sakti hain."

"Thank you very much for your permission." Karishma said in a sarcastic way. No wonder why Haseena still couldn't managed to get a girlfriend. And she could never be in relationship with someone like Haseena. This relationship therapist herself need a therapy, no amount of therapy would change her mind.

Sorry for mistake.