Mannat......A Love Story

17. Some Light Moments!

 

17. SOME LIGHT MOMENTS!!!                        

HUSSAIN’S END

“Hussain! your costumes are ready you can try them now” she came out and told me, I was going through the current Vogue magazine, my bridal modeling was there in it… I put the magazine back and stepped inside.

“Hi!” Kartika was our dress designer, she was the one who used to take all the measurements and set up our costumes, frankly speaking this measuremenst taking procedure was hell cranky when the first time I came to her, I was actually reluctant but then you know… its part of it;  learning few things while letting go off the other,  much sadly chahe wo sharam he q na ho. So I got used of all this… despite of the fact that am hell ticklish I allowed her to do that, now we were pretty good friends I would say. We did a high five and she smiled.

“Long time no see, kidher then madam?” I asked her and she blushed, wait!...blushing?

“Oye hoye ! somebody is getting a tamater….. khair hea?” I eyed her and she slapped my arm playfully.

“Yup khair hea, you know….. Aayan proposed me and he…

“what!... seriously? My God! Tum zinda kese ho tumhen to khushi k mare mar jana tha yar” I said in shock and she giggled.

“Drame mat karo…. khair he proposed and took me to his family in Chandhigarr.. so we both took off and ufff! It was all so sudden I cant believe am engaged now” She said putting both hands on her cheecks.

“Engagement bhi ho gai?” I asked shocked.

“ji han! Engagement bhi ho gai or humein ub pata chala….. wo bhi madam ne poochne per bataya, nai to bachey hone ka bad pata chalta” Suddenly Veronica stepped out of the changing room, wearing some idiotic kind of a costume…. All raged and worn out.

“Shuttuppp Veeroo, don’t start again…” Kartika eyed her.

“Wese, Veronica is right…. Changa ni kita tusi” I said, crossing my arms on my torso and Kartika chuckled at my Punjabi.

“Na tangen tora karo tum Punjabi ki………..” Veronica smacked my head while Krtika laughed, she took out my dress from the hanger and handed it to me so that I could try and check it was okay.

“Party hea na tomorrow night… tum sab naraz doston k liye” Kartika winked at me.

“How am I looking?” Veronica spun round in her weird dress and I controlled my laughter.

“Bilkul faarigh!......” I said making a face and Veronica glared at me.

“Ah you don’t know anything baby!... jab ye pehn k aaoon gi na ….aag laga doon gi ramp per, aag” She said, dancing her hands one eyebrow shot up and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah Aag…. Wo circus mein lagate hen na, wo wali aag! Ye kia behooda dress hai yar” I said, holding up one corner of her torn gown in air and she jerked my hand.

“This is known as absurd art Hussain, you are just so ignorant” she sticked her tounge out and I sighed.

“You and your art….. Allah bachae” I said and headed towards a cubicle, I took out my dress and gasped…. What the!!!

“oye Kartika! Where is the shirt?” I yelled out from inside and heard chuckles.

“No shirt!!!” I heard Kartika giggling.

“What?..... what no shirt?” couldn’t get her.

“Hussain… you are modelling for THE PANTALOONS, remember!.....you are to wear the pantaloons only on the ramp, no shirts” Kartika explained like mommyy and I atonce opened the door.