Bade Sapne

◇ Part 1 ◇

Shubman's POV

Before long, I heard banging on the door. Obviously, Ishan wanted to disrupt my peace. I reluctantly turned off the water and shouted.

"Kya chahiye?"

"Jaldi ao bahar."

"Kyun? Mein nahi aane vala."

"Tumko bahar aane ke baad bhi ek ghanta lagega, aur humko jaana hai. Tum ready nahi hue toh mein tumko chod ke jaane wala hoon."

"Mujhe chod kar tum kya karoge? Mere bina tu jee sakta hai kya?"

"Haan, Vira keliye toh jee sakta hoon. Anyways, woh sab chodo, aur jaldi bahar aa jao yaar."

He was so desperate not to be late, it was hilarious. I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and dried off, before putting my clothes on. I looked at my hair in the mirror. Wow, I look good today.

I got out of the bathroom, and Ishan looked me up and down and subsequently brought his hand to his face, covering his mouth. I could see him trying very hard not to smile, but then he broke into laughter.

"What? Mujh par kyun hans rahe ho?"

"Tune... ye kya.... pehna hai?" He said, through gasps of air, all the while laughing.

"Itna bhi kharab nahi hai yaar."

"Jaa, arsa mein dekho, aur phir mujhe baatao ki itna kharab nahi hai."

He couldn't stop laughing, and I was genuinely confused. It couldn't be that bad, could it? I went to look in the mirror. Ok, it could be that bad. I look like a clown. I looked back at him, begging him to help.

"Yaar, I look like a clown. Kuch toh karo na."

"Oye, tu date par jaa raha hai, ya mein?"

"Ye date ki baat nahi hai, meri izat ki baat hai."

"Ek simple sa shirt pehen lo, aur jeans dalo uss par."

I went to my cupboard, and pulled out a shirt to show him.

"Ye wala chalega?"

"Nahi yaar, ye bohot colourful hai. Chal hat, mein deta hoon tumko. Yaar, teri style na..."

"Meri style kya?"

"Kuch nahi. Tu nahi sudharega."

"Hmph. Kuch bhi. Meri style bohot aachi hai."

"Hmm, sure." He said, while rummaging through my cupboard.

After a few minutes, he seemed to have found the perfect pairing. A long-sleeved white shirt with green squares, and a pair of white shorts. He went to his own drawers, found something and chucked it at me.

"Catch."

I caught it, and looked at it. It was a silver chain. I watched as he continued to look through his drawers. When he noticed I was just watching, he scolded me for just standing there.

"Khade kyun ho? Jao, pehen kar aa jao."

I slipped on the chain, and went to get changed in the bathroom. I slipped on the clothes. I hadn't touched these in about a year. Since my birthday, actually. Kya kamaal hai, Ishan bhai. Mein toh bada handsome dik raha hoon. I winked at myself in the mirror.

I opened the door, stepped out and did a full 360 to show him the outfit. Gosh, that sounds like something girls would do. If I stay with Ishan any longer, I will surely become a girl.

He gave me a "kya baat hai" look, and I chuckled. Then, he came up to me and sprayed something all over me. I sniffed at it. Mm, smells good.

"Ye konsa scent hai bhai, itni aachi khushbhu aa rahi hai?"