ISHQ MAZHAB-The Religion of Love

♡CHAPTER-8♡

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The call was picked up on the second ring and his voice came out!

"Hello?"

"H...hello..." I wonder why I stammered at that moment.

"Ji kon?" A question came from the other side.

(Yes who?)

"Umm...shayad galat number dial hogaya hai mujhse!" I clearly lied and hesitatingly was about to hang up the call when I heard him saying.

(Umm...I guess I have dialed the wrong number by mistake!)

"Ji nahi, galti se nahi, mera number hi dial karna chaha aapne soon-to- be Mrs. Nimra Sikander!" He said in a playful tone.

(Not at all, you haven't dialed my number by mistake, you dialed my number purposely soon-to-be Mrs. Nimra Sikander!)

I was shocked by his words and somehow his lips mentioning my name along with his surname managed to flush my cheeks into a slight red crimson colour to which I just shooed as I had to speak something further.

"Hello??? Kya hua aawaz kyu nahi aarahi?" He was just teasing me at this moment and I, after being caught off guard accepted defeat as there was no way I could escape from him today.

(Hello??? What happened? Why am I not getting any voice?)

"Ji aap kon baat kar rahe hai? Aur mera naam kaise jaante hai aap?" I asked with a slight hint of hope that I could still defend myself but that last hope broke out when he said,

(Yes, who are you? And how do you know my name?)

"Arey waah Sweetheart, meri badaulat se ab meri tarha harkate karne lag gayi hai aap? Itni jaldi aadat hogayi meri? Itna yaad aa raha hu kya mai aapko?" Now he was not leaving any chance to tease me.

(Oh wow sweetheart, because of me you have now started acting like me? Did you get used to me so quickly? Do you miss me that much?)

He continued as I was left with no words, "Zara ne mera number diya aapke puchne par aur aapne galti se number dial kiya aur acting to Mashallah hai aapki!" I felt that I just runaway somewhere far from here out of the embarrassment I was facing today.

(Zara gave you my number when you asked and you dialed the number by mistake, wow and your acting is just Mashallah [WOW!] )

"Wo...darasal..." I stammered again.

(A...actually...)

"Ji batayein sweetheart, dariye mat! Kahein aapko meri yaad kaise aayi?"

(Yes, speak ahead sweetheart, don't be afraid. Tell me how did you remember me?)

Gosh! That sweetheart from his mouth is just not good for my health...it's getting too difficult for me to control myself.

"S..sorry karni thi aapse!" I said somehow.

(I...I wanted to tell you sorry!)

"Accha? Wo kisliye?" He asked. I hate him for this. He knows everything but acts unaware just to tease me.