Kashmakash

Part 7

Naaziya was chit chating with her friend Sahana on her newly developed interest for pak dramas.

'Yaar tumne Terebin dekha? Murtasim kitna aacha lagta hai'

Before Sahana could reply Mobeen interrupted their conversation

'Tum ladkiya aisi pagal type kyu ho? Bekar ke shows kyu dekhti ho jisme heroin fake feminist hoti hai...end mein unka objective sirf apne sexist shauhar ke saath patch up karna hota hai'

Naaziya glared at his elder brother 'Bhai...aap log bhi itne hypocrite kaise hote ho...bahut baat karte ho ki ladkiya equality ke naam pe girl card khelti hai aur khud ek cup chai nahi bana paate'

'Arey meri behen...baat to aise kar rahi ho jaise mujhe roz chai pilati ho...koi kaam keh do to baag ke Hayder bhai se shikayat kar deti ho. Tum to equality ki baat hi mat karo, tum ghar ki Victoria ho. Tum koi murtasim ki dua mat maango, warna Hayder Bhai doosre episode pe hi tumhare murtasim ka sir uda denge'

'Please itna aacha hai wo, koi uske liye kuch bolega to main uska sir uda dungi'

'Aacha tujhe Murtasim type ladke pasand hai?' Suhana teased.

'Haan...mujhe attitude wale ladke pasand hai, jinka raub ho. Aisa jo meri galti pe mujhe daante par pyaar se. Main ek baar bol du wo kuch bhi karke usse pura kare. Main naa dikhu to pareshan ho jaaye, bilkul dur na rehne de. Log usko mere naam se jaane aur mujhko uske naam se. Usko mere baare mein aur mujhe uske baare mein sab kuch pata ho...jaise abhi uska office hai...abhi wo so raha hai...matlab sab kuch. Aur mujhe bahut pamper karein'

'Arey baap re...list to bahut aachi hai but aise ladke sirf film mein milte hai' Suhana replied. Her brothers were left utterly astonished as they listened to her vivid description, as it struck a familiar chord within them. Before they could utter a word, their attention was drawn to Hayder, who was approaching with a bag in hand.

'Naaziya, ye lo apna naya phone'

'Bhai gold color hai naa'

'Haan...gold hai. Yahan nahi mil raha tha to delhi se mangana pada'

'Thank you bhai..you are the best'

'Aur ye lo ice-cream. Ammi ne bataya iske liye kitna drama kiya tumne.'

Hayder smiled and patted her head; he then turned towards his brothers and scolded them.

'Aur tum dono idhar baithe kya ghur rahe ho...office se jaldi kyu baag aaye. Meri study mein aao, baat karni hai'

'Tujhe lagta nahi jaise Naaz Murtasim ki nahi, Hayder bhai ki hi qualities gina rahi' Sohaib whispered to Mobeen. Mobeen nodded his head dazed as he was too shocked with the same realisation.

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'Yeh Naaziya apna naya phone bahut flaunt kar rahi. Maine ek photo click karne boli thi but mazaal madam meri ek pic le le. Bolti hai meri photo nahi virus hai....abhi haekadi nikalta hu' Mobeen whispered to Zain.

As Naaziya made her way toward the couch, Mobeen mischievously extended his leg, causing her to stumble and fall. Reacting quickly, Mobeen managed to catch her mobile mid-air, but in the process, his forgot to rescue his sister. Naaziya cried out in pain, cradling her leg in her hands, while Hayder's worried voice echoed loudly, calling her name.

Hyder swiftly moved to her side, crouching down to check her legs. "Ouchh," she exclaimed as Hayder attempted to move her ankle.

"Hilane pe dard ho raha?" he asked with genuine concern. Naaziya nodded, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Without hesitation, Hayder scooped her up in his arms with a single fluid motion. Naaziya's breath caught, feeling a mix of nervousness and comfort in his proximity. Hayder turned to Zain and instructed, "Go get the first-aid box."

He gently placed her on the couch and proceeded to apply ointment to her injured foot, seemingly unaffected by the curious gazes fixed on him. Naaziya looked at him with a shy blush, while Mobeen and Zain observed them both with suspicious eyes.