Dillagi دللگی

12

Layla was in a state of deep shock when she realized she hasn't hit him. He held the show piece before it could hit him. He chuckled at her panic state.

"Mohtarma. Aap aaram kare. Aap ke demagh mai shadeed chot aayi iss wajah se aap ghar mai aaye logon pe showpiece phenk rahi hai."

"Will you please shut up?"

"Main maaf nahi karta. Aap khoobsurat hai tou iss baar jaane de raha hoon warna mujhe theek thaak badla lene aata hai." He run his fingers over his messy hair and he lit the cigar.

"Aap mujhe underestimate mat kare. Warna mai aapka wo haal karungi ki duniya dekhegi." She gritted her teeth.

"Uff. Ladki. Aap zara chill kare. Kyu har ek se ladti phir rahi hai. Ek tou aap ne mere pyaare se uncle ko khafa kar diya hai. Aap ko andaza bhi nahi hai ke wo aap ki wajah se kitna pareshan hai. Banda zara buzurg ka khayaal hi rakh leta hai. Par nahi, aap ko tou bas apni fikar hai."

"Wo ham dono ka personal maamla hai"

"Personal? Main aapke baare main bohot kuch janta hoon, ms. layla hussain. Please ye wali line mujh par na istemaal kare. Aap apne dada abbu ke baare main kuch nahi jaanti hai aur main unhe bohot acche janta hoon."

"Go to hell. Mujhe aainda apni shakal nahi dikhayega." Layla shouted and went away from there.

He was standing there with a hand in his pocket. He put his hands inside his pockets and chuckled. He closed the door carefully and turned around to see Junayd Bin Aziz glaring at him as if he could kill him with his eyes.

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It was dreamy night. The night was aglow with a bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The blankets of stars were stretched to infinity.

Hareem was sitting on her terrace with a cup of hot coffee and a shawl wrapped around her shoulder. Her phone rang and her heart skipped a beat as she noticed that Zaryab was calling her.

"Hello. Hareem- wo black wali file aapke pass hai?"
Hareem mood was sour because of his formal talk.

"Jee. Par wo meri office mai hai. Kal main aapko de dungi."

"Theek hai."

"Theek hai"

There was a silence prevailing around and neither of them speak.

Zaryab was lying on his bed shirt less. He stood up and opened the curtain in a hope to see her glimpse. He breathed heavily.

"Hareem- jhoot bol raha tha main. File ke liye nahi call kiya tha maine."

"Tou phir kis liye?" She stuttered.

"Aap se baat karne ke liye." He breathed.

"Main aap ke ghar aayi thi, Zaryab. Aap ne tab kuch baat nahi ki thi." Hareem wasn't complaining but it came out as a complain.

"Pareshan tha main. Ye chote bhai bahen itna kyu pareshan karte hai?"

"Wo aap samjhe. Mahnoor tou bohot acche se rahti hai. Bohot samajhdar hai aur wo bhi bohot kam umar se."

"It's not a good sign, Hareem. Jab koi insaan chup rahe ya kuch share nahi kare you iska hargiz ye matlab nahi ke wo insaan theek hai. She needs you more than anything." Zaryab calmly explained.

"Aap kya bol rahe hai?" Hareem was frightened.

" Main aaj Mahnoor ko notice kiya tha. Wo aapki tarah nahi hai. Janta hoon ke har insaan alag hota hai. Par wo bohot dari aur sahmi si rahti hai. Usse dekh ke aisa laga ke bohot se raaz uske dil mai dafan hai. Aap usse baat kariye. Aisi choti choti baaton ko ignore nahi karna chahiye."