Pyaar Ya Waar

Dont take Paanga

Chapter 4

The knock on his door brought him to reality as Osman walked in ...

Miya ...yeh aap kisse baat kar rahe the... A kurta clad Osman Abdullah, the scion of the Abdullah empire with his ever angelic smile was looking at his younger son Zain.

Dad...kuch nahi asie hi padh raha tha ...

Oh, accha sunno kal office aa jaana ..kuch kaam hai ...

As Zain stumbled back into his reality, Dad ..aap jaante haina ..mujhe MBA ..khatam karke ...naukri karni hai ..mai nahi aana chahata office.

Zain tumhara apna business hai ..phir yeh job ki kya zarrorat ...

Dad...aap jaante hai na ...mujhe apne balbute par kuch karna hai, Business barkat Royale aapka hai, mai apne dum par kuch karna chahta hu

Accha theek hai ..apni marzi karo ...aur yeh itna tel lagana zarrori hai kya ..

Dad ...he swayed his hands away from ruffling his hair ...as Osman smiled and left ...

Maybe they all were right ...a bit less of oil ...would not matter ...

As Osman turned at the door and called him ...

Beta Zindagi apne faisle khud karti hai, aur jab woh thaan leti hai tab hum sab uske saamne bebas bante hai. Meri baat yaad rakhna, apni tane kitni bhi failau, rehnaa apne jado se judkar samjhe ..

As Zain smiled and nodded. The bond with his father would forever teach him a new lesson every day, he went back to his bed to continue his dream with his Aaliya.

The next day, as he walked into the college, he had applied a bit less of his hair oil that Riz observed ...kya baat hai ...aaj bhajiya kam talenge ....he laughed as Zain hit him hard ....

Mujhe library ke book return karni hai ....mai abhi aata hu ...

As he walked towards the library, just two seats away ...he heard a voice ...so he turned back...to see no one around ...

A few steps further, the voice again disturbed him ...he turned back to see a waiter dropping his tray on the floor... as he kept the books on the canteen table he helped the waiter pick his plates ... 5 minutes later he turned back only to realize his books had disappeared

He frantically searched for them everywhere, as he realized ...they would never be found as a sweet voice came from back...Whistling ...

Oye chasmish ....kya dhoond raha hai...

Zain turned back to see Aaliya ...sitting on the canteen bench surrounded by a group of girls...more sort of a gang ....she was wearing a skin tight jeans ...and a classy white tshirt ..figure hugging ...and her hair was straight today ....the heels still remained ...as she jumped down from the bench and walked towards him ...

Kya hua ...kuch kho gaya tumhara ...motu

Zain smiled...he was so happy to see her ..again ...completely forgetting about the books for a minute...she always made him forget things ....there was magic around her. She sprinkled a smile and made his heart leap in milliseconds.

Jee..meri kitabe..yaha table par rakhi thi...kahi ghoom ho gayi...as he mustered up the courage to talk, the tremble in his voice was still evident

Oh....woh waha ...bhel puri wale uncle ke thele par check ki tumne....as Aaliya crossed her hands

sunna hai unnhe abhi abhi koi gift de gaya ...the whole gang of girls burst into bouts of laughter ...and hi-fives ...he looked back to see a vendor standing few feet away from the canteen door...

Zain ran outside ...it was true ...the three books were all in single pages being used to fill up bhel puri as the vendor looked up...

Kitne packet, du aapko Bhaiyaji...Zain just shook his head ...and turned back...Aaliya and the gang had disappeared ..he just lowered his head and walked back...mustering up the courage to hear a good shouting and bear the consequences.

The librarian ...gave him a mean look when he said he had lost it ...

Toh aap che mahine tak yah nahi aa sakta hai ..naa koi book le sakte hai ...as she signed a memo with a fine ...Zain looked at the amount ...a big one...cutting all his savings by half....

As he was reading the memo and stepping out ...he heard the familiar giggle on the back....

Chasmish yeh mujhse panga lene ke liye....bahut sach ka bhoot chada than a tum par ...yeh pehla thofa ...ainda mere samne mat aana ...she walked away ...as Zain starred at her back....wanting to call her out

Oye hoye kya chalti hai gazab hai gazab ...as Besahram called her out

Oye fuljhadi...jara palat toh sahi ..

Aaliya stopped and turned around to see Zain holding his hands on his mouth

As she stepped close to him again , he controlled besaharms gigle

Kya kaha tumne..

Jee maine...nahi kuch bhi toh nahi..

Accha toh bulaya kyu...

Oh maanti hai yeh ki yeh fuljhadi hai ...sahi buzdil teri toh nikal padi, chal ek coffee ke liye pooch le...Besharam and his antics continued in full form 

Jee aap bhel puri khayegi, Zain blurted out and smiled at her

Kya, as Aaliya rolled her eyes, Zain saw her eyelashes, those long sleek ones that curled in his smiles.

Jee Bhelpuri...wahi joh mere kitabo mai bikh rahe hai waha....khayegi...

Aaliya smirked...Chasmish tum abhi bhi sudhar jaao ...teen kitabon ki qurbani kafi nahi hai tumhare liye.

As besharam again fumbled, teen kya tum kaho toh saari libraray ki kitaabein tere uss bhel mai pudi bana du jaaneman ....as Zain again held his mouth to avoid Besharams flirtatious words, Aaliya gave him a sharp look.

Bacchu bahut patar patar karta hai tu, deekhne mai toh behad shareef hai par zubaan hai bilkul lafango jaise

Jee tumhe dekh kar khud bha khud daud padti hai ...jubaan bhi aur dhadkan bhi, as Aaliya stomped her feet and left from there fuming, Beshaarm was doing a dance

Aglee baar iss pathake koh chodunga nahi ...his louds so loud that Aaliya tuned and pointed a finger at him....as Zain turned his back in fear

Wahhh mazaa aa gaya....ab is Aaliya ki khair nahi ...aise papi dunga isse ki ye kya isski ammi bhi mujhse pyaar mai padegi..as Zain slapped besharam.....only to realize that his own jaw was hurting ...

Kya badtameezi hai....Tu jara der chup nahi reh sakta ...

Waise hi aag baboola thi, ab poori top ban gaiyi...hai meri fulzhadi...the shameless avtaar was rolling and rocking 

Yeh kya lafz bolte ho besharam.....as Fatu finally appeared for the first time...

Allah, ab yeh toh meri jaan lekar rahegi, pata chala kal college ke gate se hi ghar lautna pade...

As Zain was sulking, he murmured ..fine bharna hai ...ab books kaha se launga ...Riz ki help leni padegi ...aur yeh ladki...isse agli baar shaqal dikhaunga toh kaccha kha jayegi mujhe ....

As he walked away ....with his thoughts he had no idea what life was going to throw at him ...a googly ball

Teri meri ajeeb si hai kahani

" Fataka" hai tu besharam ki zubani

Par mere liye toh tu ek apsara hai...

Jis par yeh dil yuhi fanaa hai