In the middle of street

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[Saaz's POV]

I rushed to the hall, I found a crowd with clapping hands and cheering faces there. Maybe She was performing.

But how???

how had she come to Harshad's birthday party?

"Maybe she's his girlfr....." my mind mocked.

"Chup!....ho hi nahi sakta" I argued with myself.

(Shut up!!!...that's not possible)

"Ho gaya toh" 

(What if it has?)

"Toh Usko itna marunga ki agle baar zubaan pe Noora ka naam bhi nahi lega"

(I'll beat him so bad he won't even dare to speak my Noora's name again)

"Haw really!.....Congrats!! Hip Hip Hurray!!!"

"For what?"

"Dil ne voice message kiya hai...bada tez tez dhadak raha hai"

"Why?"

"Mubahrak ho aapko Noor naam ke pathogen se loveria ho gaya hai" my mind insisted.

"N-Nahi" I argued, but even as I said it

(N-No)

"Haa yaar, maan bhi le ab" my mind insisted.

(Yeah man, just admit it now) 

"I-I don't know" I admitted, my heart heavy with uncertainty.

"Tu bhaad me jaa, kabhi meri tarah ke romantic thoughts mat layiyo" 

(Go to hell, never have romantic thoughts like me)

"FABULOUS PERFORMANCE! I WISH I COULD DO LIKE THAT," the host exclaimed

"Jaa dhundh ab use....warna meri Noora nahi milegi" my inner voice pushed

(Go find her now...or you'll never get my Noora)

"Teri nahi meri...tu mar jaake"  I muttered under my breath, already dashing toward the crowd gathered around the stage

(She's not yours, she's mine...just drop dead)

"Jealous from your own self...you're a new level of a lover, man," my mind teased

I ran through the mass of people, pushing them aside, trying to get a glimpse of the stage. 

But as I finally reached the front, all I could see was Suhana.

"Bhai, ye toh teri behen hai...matlab..." my mind started

(Dude, that's your sister...so...)

"Uski phatichar awaaz suni hai na tune...toh kyun soch raha hai aisa" I reminded myself

 (You've heard her lousy voice, right...so why even think like that?)

"Point...You're right!"

"THIS AMAZING DANCE IS DONE BY....." the host continued

"By....." my mind echoed

"BY..........." the host dragged

"By....." my mind again

"BY..........." the host again dragged, increasing my longing to hear her name.

"Abbe bol raha hai ya...." I suddenly blurted out, unable to contain my frustration. 

 (Dude, are you gonna say it or...)

The crowd turned to stare, their eyes narrowing at me.

"Umm...sorry," I quickly mumbled, retreating into silence as I wished the ground to swallow me.

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