ONE SHOT COLLECTION....

BeHir ~ Yaaram....

People were scattered around the banquet hall, waiting for just a single glimpse of him. There he entered the hall with a confident stance, clad in a black fitted Armani suit, a twelve o' clock shadow adorned his jaw and a blank emotionless face.

Taking notice of the still hall, his sister turned back saw him standing at the entrance of the door, she went to him and said, "Kya bhai aap bhi, apni khud ki anniversary party pe koi late hota hai kya?" (Bro, who arrives late on his own anniversary party?)

He gave her a deadpanned gaze and said sarcastically, "Yeah as if it was me who disappeared on the day of her own anniversary." His sister frowned at him and said, "Bhai aap yeh kya keh rahe ho mujhe kuchh samajh nahi aa raha." (Bro, I can't understand what are you even talking about?)

A frown appeared on his forehead as him made a grumpy face and said, "Tumhari pyari Bhabhi ki baat kar raha hoon main, kahaa hai woh subah se pataa nahi kahaa gaayab hai, itni baar call kar chukka hai aur who phone utha bhi nahi rahi" (I am talking about your dear sister-in-law, where is she I haven't seen her since morning, I have called her so many times and she is not even picking up her god damn phone.)

His sister gave him an known smirk and said, "Come'on bhai give her some space, today is your anniversary right? She might be have gone to the parlor or maybe she is planning surprise for you, so cheer up and let me find my own husband I am damn sure he must be flirting around with those vamps." and left but not before winking at him for a good measure.

                            

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Suddenly all lights went of a light tune of guitar was heard. A spotlight fell on the lady standing in red and a smile grazed his lips. But when he noticed her looking at him, his face went back to the emotionless mask. He turned away from her and started taking to the girl on his left. She looked at him with a smile and started tuning the guitar....

Hum cheez hain bade kaam ki Yaaram....
Hamein kaam pe rakh lo kabhi, yaaram....
Hum cheez hain bade kaam ki, yaaram....

She encircled him and sent him a wink but he simply turned his head away.

Ho sooraj se pehle jag aayenge,
Aur akhbar ki sab surkhiyan;
Hum gungunaenge....
Pesh karenge garm chaye tumhein,
Koyi khabar aaye na pasand toh;
End badal denge....
Ho munh khuli jamhayi par,
Hum bajayein chutkiyan;
Dhoop na tumko lage,
Khol denge chhatariyan....

She acted like waking up early in the morning and holding the newspaper for him with her both hands. She made his favorite morning tea for him and presented it to him with a smile. He gave her an unimpressed look.

She took the pallu of her saree and placed it on his head as if trying shelter him from the heavy sun rays. He took hold of her hands and shrugged of her saree pallu.