15. AFTER THE PARTY!!

HUSSAIN’S END

We came back home, Maha slept in the car way to home so Mom took her in the room, where Mom Dad were staying and we went to our room … Our apartment was quite spacious, had rooms for all four of us but still ek he room mein rehne ka apna he maza hea, jab tak ek bathroom pe kon pehle jae ga…… laraai na ho….. maza nai aata! Ub to adat si ho gai hea.

I went straight into the bathroom, I was literally feeling down…. After that parking lot scene, I couldn’t talk to anyone else much. Throughtout the way home I kept quite, couldn’t take out her face form mind…. Why the hell she reacted that way? Shehry told me she was a fun person to be with and then again I also saw her Sultan rahi side in the café that day. Then what the hell goes wrong with her when she is in front of me? She always behaves in a ridiculous manner, and today in the parking lot…… it was limit! I bloody saved her life, and how ungreatfull she was.

I took a warm long bath and changed into a vest and trousers, came back and found the three idiots staring at me like….. idiots ;)

“So she gifted you a Rolex?” Atif looked at me as if he was telling about the wonder of the world, holding that black box. I looked at the box and Mannat’s face came to my mind.

“Yeah!” I simply said and took up the hair brush.

“Man! She gifted you the Rolex!” Waqas stood up from the bed and repeated the words I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t care…. Pagal hea wo lerki” I said and Shehry grabbing my arm turned to fice him, what the!!!!

“tu pagal hea…. Wo nai.jab se mila hea us se ajeeb sa ho gaya hea…. Why the hell you are behaving like this bro! that day in café…. She actually stood up for us, in fact for YOU hussain, you know this….and you acted as a jerk. Ub aj to aesa na ker!

Oye khotey qader ker qader!....” whats wrong with him man!.....Shehry was hell serious. I looked at him blankly and he took a pause in his speech…. “even the way she looks at you… defines her feelings. But you wont get that” shehry added and I rolled my eyes.

“you don’t know what she did  to me….in the parking lot......sh."

"kia matlab? what has she done to you? kia kya us ne Izzat loot li teri in the parking lot?????" Shehry cut me in the middle and asked, uffff! i cant believe him. too much.

"I went after her to return it, I mean I cant take it from a fan, she is not even a friend… or atleast I wanted to thank her. But she acted like a self obsessed, mental girl” I threw the brush on the bed.

“What did she do?” Waqas asked and I shook my head.

“Nothing……leave it guys” I said, ignoring their gaze upon me.

I took the box from Shehry’s hand and looked around, that mauve box was lying on the couch… I put the Rolex into the big box, closed the lid and put it on the top of our cupboard.

“put it in the trunk…. In the atic, I don’t want to see it here anymore” I said and went out of the room.

I was sitting on the couch in the hall when they came out and settled down with me, I didn’t look at them.

“acha chal aja… so ja ub you have a long flight tomorrow” Waqas put his hand on my knee and said softly. I looked at his face, a glum shadow was there. Ahhhhh! Man, am gonna leave these three idiots tomorrow. I looked away.

“I am not sleepy” I said looking away.

“Oye snoring beauty….. per humein to sona hea na” Shehry said

“to mein lory doon tum logo ko?” I joked and they smiled….

“Qasmey! I need one…. Kitni yad aaye gi tere kharraton ki kameeney! Andaza hea tujhe/” Shehry put his arm around my neck and I really felt sad.

“Atif snors more then I do bro!” I said looking at Atif and he chuckled.

“Nai but tere Kharratey na… sureele hote hen”Waqas said and I laughed.

“Acha sun….wahan ja kern a shokhiii bakri na ban jaeen, jo tu hea he I know… but still keep things halal over there, shadi shoodi na ker leen kahi kisi Katrina kareen nal… chikni chameliiii” Shehry said, jolting my head like Dolly aunty and I laughed.

“Shadi shoodi to nai … per han bachon ka pata nai, I cant give you my word” I joked and Waqas threw a cushion at me.

“khotiya….begerteez nai kerna wahan ja ker” Shehry smacked my head.

“No but seriously Bro, I have always heard a lot about models. They are hot”Atif said making a face.

“ni…matbal ki hea tera… ki matlab hot..? hot ki honda ae? Modelaan koi chaa da cup hondi en? Hotttt!!!!Huhn!” Shehry eyed Atif and we all laughed aloud and then suddenly remembering about Mom Dad and Maha we hushed each other, controlling our laughter.

“oye wese cha de cup se menu kuch kuch yad aanda si” Shehry said scratching his chin and looking at me side ways and I slowly tried to got up from the couch but right at the moment he grabbed my neck….. Oh God!!!

“Shehry please bro, am hell tired… am not gonna make tea now.” I pleaded and Shehry chuckled.

“Come on Hussain, last time dude” Waqas made a puppy face.

“this is unfair, I have a long flight tomorrow boys…. I should rest now. rather you people should be facilitating me… pampering me right now” I said cheekily and they rolled their eyes.

“oh…. Facilitate? Pamper……. Okay why not, Kia khayal hea Shehry?” Waqas looked at Shehry who was smirking at me and I smelt danger.

“No…. No! don’t come near me…..

I almost yelled and tried to escape, I knew they were going to carry me up and I am hell ticklish…. Oh God! Okay, Am gonna die…………

“haha Basanti aaja……!” Shehry said in his punjabi tone rubbing his hands together, while I was backing off, still trying to control my laughter.

“oye… chakk innu oyeee!” Atif yelled up and Waqas and Shehry carried me up in the air…… Atif and Shehry were holding my arms whwile Waqas was holding my feet. We were laughing and yelling like crazies, and soon Mom was going to come out I knew.

“Put me down…..or else I will puke on all of you!”I begged and they started parading in to the hall carrying me on their heads.

“on this small condition of making tea” Waqas shouted back and I mentally cursed them all.

“Okay! Okay…. Neeche to utar do yar” I said, finally surrendering and they carried me to the kitchen, where they put me down. We were literally panting… breathing heavily. I smacked Atif’s head and punched Shehry in his abbs while Waqas slipped from my hands.

I made tea and took out some snacks…. Itni energy waste k bad bhook lag gai yar. We enjoyed tea and snacks, I was never going to forget the memories we all had together. I just wish time flew by good and quick.

MANNAT’S END

I too a long and warm bath, wanted to wash away the memories… I cried a lot in my way to home, thankfully Selena wasn’t home when I reached back. I changed into a T and a Shalwar under that…. I tried to clam my heart down, tried to sleep but sleep was far away from my eyes. I got up from my bed and went to the window and kept on looing outside….. trying to shift my attention.

“Mannat!... its okay….its okay!”

His words came into my mind, there was concern, and no sign of anger was there in his tone, he saved my life. I could still feel his touch, his warmth… his cologne, I closed my eyes….

“I just came to say something, I thought to thank you for your gift…. but you know what! I guess I shouldn’t have saved your life even… aa jateen us garri k neechey to acha tha”

I opened my eyes atonce, as if he was right there somewhere around me. I looked around, he was no where, Selena was still out… I felt scared. I took out my laptop and without even thinking what time it was in Pakistan I called her….

“It wasn’t his fault Mannat… you shouldn’t have reacted this way” I called Rida, seriously needed to talk to somebody, and vomited everything that happened up till now in front of her.

“I know!... I know Rida, but I just don’t know how on earth it threw up in front of him, it was all in my mind… in my heart. I was thinking all that and suddenly he came out of nowhere…. And that… that cloes proximity, it threatens me Rida!” I said, grabbing my head in my hands.

“Mannat you know what, we love these heros and admire these heroines on tv…. Without even knowing them, you know, we just love the face they show to us on screen, and it is not really necessary that the same face they have in their real lives. A comedian may not be always laughing and making others laugh in his real life as well…. So does an actor. That is why we call them actors Mannat.it wasn’t your fault that you fell in love with him yar” Rida tried to console me, I looked at her face.

“If it isn’t my fault Rida, then why is this pain all about? And why now? I used to love him before too but ub kun itna dard hea, ub q ye ajeeb si feelings hen Rida?” I asked and she sughed deeply.

“Beacause you used to love the actor before... but now you love him as what and who he is is Mannat. You used to love him as one of the famous Dhoombros, but now you love Hussain Asif. Buhat ferk hea Mannat, wo fantasy thi ye haqeeqat hea or haqeeqat fantasy se ziada alag or painful hoti hea” she was right, pehle to aesa piyar kia he nai tha mein ne, jis mein na milne ka dar ho, jis mein kho dene ka khadsha ho….jis mein us k pass jane ka dil bhi kare or jab wo pass aye to… to….Ahhhh! kia ho gaya hea, q ho gaya hea.

“I know what he must be thinking about me now…. he must be thinking that am mad and high on self kind of a girl, instead of thanking him for saving my life, I acted lie a retard” I said, and Rida chuckled… what was funny.

“well, in that case you two are on equals now. Retard begets Retard” Rida said, stupidly and a hint of smile appeared on my lips.

“he isn’t a retard” I snapped back and saw her rolling her eyes.

“Uffff! Mannat still…… still?” RIda said forcefully.

“so? Hamare beech jo bhi hea that is our look out, you don’t say a word against him. Or wese bhi he is going to India tomorrow so ub pata nai dobara us se milna ho ya nai” I said and a glum feeling spread over me.

“Awww… jija ji is going to India and jiji is gonna miss him” Rida said and I glared at her…. “ why don’t you go to see off him?he would love that” she added with a smirk and I so wanted to beat her up

“tum mere samne hoti na to tumhari booothi bigar deni thi mein ne” I said and she chuckled.

“yeah why not….. acha you know what, Papa ki transfer ka chaker chal raha hea and definitely this time they are gonna throw him up to some other country… because you know last time bhi Papa ne with in the state kara lit hi. So now this time he cant do that….. and what I have heard from my resources is that may be….. may be Papa is going to get transferred to WDC” Rida told me, all in her dramatic way and I literally jumped in excitement.

“what???? Really? Rida please confirm karo ye news. This is mindblowing seriously agar aesa ho gaya na to mein khushi se pagal ho jaoon gi, am so much missing you here girl! In fact I need you” I said, and Rida giggled at my crying and begging expressions.

“Ubaid keh raha tha k khaberdaar jo aesi koi dua ki….. or tum ehti ho k dua karoon k ho jae. Karoon to kia kroon?” Rida said… in a filmy way and I rolled my eyes.

“tell ubaid that you are going to spend the rest of your life with HIM… so thand rakhe wo…. Door nai na raha jata tum dono se? Nai to meri bat karao us se” I said and Rida laughed whiling blushing all red.

“Okay Okay! Hot head, don’t worry… wese khaber pakki hea but dunno kab ho ga yea.” Rida said and I nodded.

We talked for like hours without realizing the time and I felt a little better…. Rida’s Papa was a civil officer and she was used to of such transfers, with in a country transfers were no big deal for her… she always stayed back in Islamabad while her parents shifted from place to place, but now if Uncle Bakhtawar was going to get transfered here, Rida has to come along…… YES!!!  Rida was coming to America, ufff it was a great news, thought Washingon is not that near but still… wo hum bad mein manage ker he len ge bus ek bar wo aa jae.

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