Priya's POV

That jerk continued singing the song till we reached the place where he was planning to give me my purse back.

"Ladies first" he opened the gate for me.

Rolling my eyes I entered the restaurant and he followed me. He is actually behaving like a wasp. Stepping in, I dragged a seat and sat on it.

"Stand up!" He yelled.

"Excuse me" I knitted my eyebrows at his behavior that has suddenly changed.

"I said stand up"

I stood up.

"Now sit," he asked me to sit after dragging a chair for me like a gentleman.

"Mere saamne jyada gentlemen banne ki jaroorat nahi hai. Mjhe pata hai tum kya ho (There is no need of acting like a gentleman in front of me. I know who you really are)"

I rolled my eyes again before making myself on the chair offered by him. I am tolerating him and his nonsense just for the sake of my purse.

"And who am I?" He asked sitting in front of me.

"Jerk"

"Tum jab bhi muh kholti ho tumhare muh se hamesha Phool hi kyu jhadte hai? (Why do you talk sweetly every time?)" He said sarcastically.

"Now would you order something or just waste my time? Tum velle ho par Mujhe bahut kaam hai"

"Haan Jaise Bacho ko test m ande dena (Yes like giving 00 marks in exams to students)"

Folding my hand to my chest, I glared at him.

"Bichare masoom bachche, Masterniji k gusse k chalte bali ka bakra ban jaate hai (Poor students, they become the victim of your wrath)"

"Kahi esa na ho ki agla bali ka bakra tum ho, isliye apna muh band karo or kuch order karo (Now if you don't want to become the next victim of my wrath then zip your mouth and order something)"

"How would I order with my mouth zipped?"

"Esa hai mera dimag to garam karo mat (Listen, don't heat my brain)"

"Cancel! Cancel!" He shouted jumping on his seat. 

"What?"

"Tumhe coffee pilane ka plan cancel warna tum fat jaogi (I am not going to order coffee for us otherwise you will burst)

I huffed. No matter how hard he tries to make me laugh. Still, his humor is at level 0.

"Or meri jaan tumhe pasand nahi (and you don't like my life)"

My eyes narrowed.

"Chai (Tea)" he clarified.

"Hmmm... So...." He rubbed his chin.

"So give me my purse back and let me go"

"Ese kaise (Not this easily)"

"Waiter" he called for a boy.

He signaled him to bow down so that he can whisper in his ears. What is the special dish that he needs to whisper in his ears? Can't he say it openly and loudly?

Nevertheless, I ignored him and looked away from him. I want to get free from this man as soon as possible. I just want my purse back nothing else!

"Hmm... To jab tak order tayyar ho raha, tab tak tumhe tayyar kar le sha... "

"Tumhe ye kehna chaiye ki 'jab tak order pak raha hai tab tak tumhe paka le?" I interrupted him.

He laughed.

"So, apne baare m kuch batao (Tell me something about yourself)"

"You know my name and that's enough for you to know"

"Ahaan, I am asking about your address"

"Kyu? Subah newspaper daalne aaya karoge? (Why? Would you come to deliver the newspaper in the morning?"

"Ji bilkul, agar subah subah aapka deedar ho jae to ye bhi kar lenge (Yes, why not? If I get the chance to see you first in the morning then why not?)"

"kahi esa na ho ki phir ussi newspaper mai tumahri ek ladki se kutne ki khabar na chap jae (It is also possible that the news of you being beaten gets printed in the same newspaper)"

"Kon peetega? Tum? (Who would beat me? You?" He laughed.

"Ghar aao pata lagega (Come home, you will get to know)"

"Address batao (Tell me the address)"

"Baatein banane k siwa or kuch bhi aata hai tumhe? (Do you know anything else than talking?)"

"Haan, bahut kuch aata hai (Yes, I know a lot of things). I am a B.com graduate in English"

I facepalmed.

"English mai B.A graduate hote hai (It's BA graduate in English)"

"Par m b.com graduate hu or bahut farratedaar angreji bol sakta hu (But I am B.com graduate and I can speak English very fluently)"

"Acha... Bol kar dikhao"

"English, English, English, English....... English" he keeps on saying English.

This man is really an idiot.

"Shut your mouth"

"Kyu? meri English sun kar Sharam aa gyi tmhe ki Tumhe inti achi English kyu nahi aati (Why? Are you feeling shy because you don't know my level of English)"

"Haan mujhe Sharam aa gayi ab mjhe or sharminda mat karo or apna muh band rakho (Yes, I am embarrassed. Please shut your mouth" I joined my hands requesting him to keep his mouth shut.

"Is this you Priya?" A heard someone calling me.

"Oh hello, Megha" I stood up.

Wrong timing Megha. Very wrong timing. I already don't like this girl as she is very jealous of me and for the cherry on top she has come at such a wrong time.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course restaurant hai to kuch khane hi aai hongi, kushti ladne to aaungi nahi (Of course, when it is restaurant then I must be here to eat something, not to beat someone)" I mumbled

"You said something?"

"Oh no! Absolutely not!" I forced a smile.

"And who is he?" He asked pointing to him who was busy in drinking water.

"A boy...... Maybe" I replied casually.

"Boy or boyfriend?"

She hit me on my shoulder with hers. I was about to fall but balanced myself on time. He started coughing as he was chocked by the water.

'Khanso or khanso, sab kuch tumare wajah se hi ho raha hai' I thought.

Before I could say anything to clarify things she came forward to whisper something in my ears.

"Choice achi hai waise (By the way, your choice is nice)"

"Tu hi pata le phir (You can try on him then)"

I gritted my teeth audibly and whispered inaudibly.

"Thk hai phir mai chalti hu, mujhe kabab m haddi nahi banna (ok then! I am taking my leave. I don't want to disturb the couple)"

She said before leaving us alone. I sat back on the chair and yelled at him.

"Tumne kaha kyu nahi ki tum mere boyfriend nahi ho? (Why didn't you tell her that you are not my boyfriend?)"

He stayed silent with his lips glued to each other.

"Say something" I banged my hand.

"A minute ago you asked me to keep my mouth shut"

Urghhhh... this man!

"Waise wo ladki kuch galat bhi nahi bol rahi thi (By the way that girl was not wrong)"

I looked at him in confusion.

"Dekho m shayad ladka nahi mai pakka ladka hu aur mai Tumhara dost bhi hu to hua na boyfriend (Look, there is no doubt that I am a boy and I am your friend too so in that way I am your boyfriend)"

"Who said that you are my friend?"

"I have your phone number, you have my phone number and you are sitting with me and you are saying that we are not even friends?"

"No, we are not! Aur galti se sochna bhi mat. Mai tumse nafrat karti hu (Don't even think that. I just hate you)"

"Maine konsi tumhari bhens khol di jo tum mujhse itni nafrat karti ho (What have I stolen from you that you hate me so much?)"

"Sir your order" the waiter interrupted us as he placed the tray between us.

"What is this?"

"Tomato soup"

"Arrey mera matlab hai ki kya soch kar tumne ye tomato soup mangwaya hai? (I mean why have you ordered tomato soup?)"

"Dekho, humari dosti.... Mera mtlb h dushmani ki shuruwat tamatar fek kar hui thi jiska mere face par soup ban gaya tha ab maine socha kyu na apni dosti ki shuruwat tomato soup se ki jae. Kya kehti ho? (Look our enmity begin by you throwing a tomato on my face so I thought why not start our friendship with this tomato soup)"

"After this, you will give me purse back" Ignoring his words I directly came to the main point.

"Pakka wala promise"

I pulled the bowl of tomato soup towards me before taking a spoon.

"One minute. Is this what you teach your students? How could you take that alone without asking me?"

"Why would I ask you? Have yours" I shrugged.

"I have ordered only one bowl"

"What! Why?"

"Masterniji aap to padhati hai par hum thehre chote mote vyapari. Kaha se lae itna paisa hum gareeb insan (Madam you earn by teaching students but I am a small businessmen. From where would a poor man bring this much money)"

"Ok then! You can have it" I passed the bowl to him.

"No! It won't work. I want my favor back and the only way is that we have to drink this Tomato soup from the same bowl"

"No way!"

"This way" he handed me a spoon.

He filled his spoon and sipped the juice making sound exactly the way we make while sipping tea.

"What! Kabhi itna smart aadmi nahi dekha kya tumne? (Have you never seen such a handsome man before?)"

"Handsome and you!" I rolled my eyes.

"Now if you want your purse back then join me fast"

Urghh!! I guess there is no point in arguing with this brainless man. If I want my purse back then I have to do this.

I took 2-3 spoons of soup while he took the rest of it. As soon as the soup was finished, I wiped my lips with a tissue and asked for my purse.

"Here" he handed me the purse and I stood up to leave.

"Ruko jara, sabar karo (Wait for a minute)" he spoke and I turned.

"How could you leave alone like this"

"Tum koi bachche nahi ho, ghar apne aap jaa sakte ho. Jo deal hui thi wo poori ho gayi (You are not a kid. You can go to your home by yourself)

"Yes, but at least let me make the payment. How could you leave without it? Don't you have manners?"

I rolled my eyes before sitting back. He called the waiter for the bill.

"50 Rs" he yelled with eyes wide. "50Rs. For one bowl of soup"

"Yes sir"

"Esa kya zimikand milaya hai isme tumne? Tamatar to bss 5 rs kilo hai  (Why it is so expensive when tomatoes are just 5 Rs kgs?)"

He was literally yelling at him grabbing everyone's attention.

"Dekho yaha baniyagiri mat dikhao. Chup chap bill pay karo or niklo yaha se (Don't make me embrassed. Just pay the bill) I said getting irritated.

{Do not get offended by the word 'baniyagiri. I am also baniya and I take it positively}

"This is not called baniyagiri. It is called economizing"

"Economising! Do you even know the meaning of economizing"

"Sir Madam, please. I have to attend other customers too. When you are done fighting and decide to pay the bill. Call me" he turned and left us.

He opened his mouth to say something but I threatened him and he stopped. He searched for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Oh my God! Kisi n meri pocket maar li (Someone has picked my pocket)"

"Karma" I smile played on my lips.

"Vasool"

He smiled and state at me with his hands under his chin for support. I looked at him in confusion.

"Jo kaam krne ki koshish m itni der se kar raha tha wo ek pocket maar n kar dikhai. Tumhari khoobsurat muskurahat dekh kar Pocket marne ki keemat vasool ho gyi. (A theif helped me in accomplishing my goal. Pocket picking is worth it when I got to see your beautiful smile)"

For the first time, his words and the way he is staring at me, affecting me, and all the blood rushed to my cheeks. This has happened to me for the first time in my life.

"Now will you pay the bill or will stay drowned in each other's eyes?" The waiter interrupted again.

I instantly blinked and stood up. Taking a 50Rs. Note out of my purse I handed him the amount and left without glancing at him.

When I reached the gate I heard him calling me.

"Arrey Masterniji ek minute to rukiye (Madam wait for a minute)"

"Kya hai? (What?)"

"Ab maan lijiye ki aapko bhi kuch kuch ho raha hai (Accept the fact that something is happening to you too)" he smiled and with this he again came back to number 0. He was a jerk, he is a jerk and he will stay a jerk.

"Haan tumhari shakal dekh dekh kar mujhe bukhar ho raha hai (Yes I am getting fever by looking at your face" yup this is the reason why my cheeks turned hot.

"Let me check"

He moved his hand towards my forehead and moved back.

"Don't you dare to touch me"

"Ok chuimui (mimosa plant)"

Ignoring him completely I made my way towards my home.

"Arrey suniye to..... Arrey rukiye to....."
(Hey please listen...... Hey please stop)

He started following me and start singing the song.

"Arrey kyun hai khafa.... Arrey kahiye to"
(Why are you upset?..... Tell me the reason)

He turned and stood in front of me with his hands on his waist blocking my way.

"Itni kya jaldi jaane ki.... Ooooooo"
(What's the hurry to leave.... Ooooooo)

"Tataiya ki tarah bhinbhinana band karo (Stop it)"

I placed my hands on my ears and he stopped all of a sudden.

"Hmm... What do you want I say?"

"I want to say ki aapka hum par ab ek ehsan ho wo hume chukana hai (You owe me a favor. I want to return that)

"Kesa ehsaan?"

"You paid the bill that was my responsibility"

"Forget it. I always splits the bill whenever I hang out with my friends"

"So you mean to say that I am your friend?" He asked excitedly.

"NO!" I snapped.

"Na mai tumhara dost hu or na hi pyar hu to phir to ye ehsaan hi hua (Neither I am your friend nor your love so it is a kind of favor on me)

I opened my mouth to say something but he continued making me eat my words back.

"And you know that Rishi Gupta...."

"Neither keeps any favor nor leaves any favor" I completed him.

"Bahut tez ho rahi ho, huh (You are getting smarter)"

"Haan to ab kya karna hai? (So, What we need to do next?)" 

I asked him with my hands folded to my chest. He has already spoiled my half day, half more day to go.

"Come with me"

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Third person's POV

Both of them reached a small shop. Rishi called a boy.

"Oh bhaiya" the boy smiled "Namastey" he bent backward to see the girl with him.

"Arrey aaj to bhabhi bhi saath m aai hai (oh so today sister in law has also accompanied you)" he whispered in his ears to tease him.

"Bhabhi mat bula, dono ko kachcha kha jaegi or dakaar bhi nahi legi (Don't call her sister in law, she will eat both of us raw and won't even burp) he gritted his teeth.

Priya who was standing at his back, she was getting a little suspicious because of the mumblings.

"Chotu mujhe mere 200 Rs wapas karna to jara (Return me my 200 Rs.)" He said loudly

"Konse 200 Rs bhaiya? (Which 200 Rs are you talking about?)

"Wahi wale jo tune kuch din phle liye the or wapas krne ka wada kiya tha (the same 200Rs that you took from me a few days back and promised me to return soon)"

He said while signaling him with his eyes to give him the money.

"Ohh... Acha.. wo wale.... Wait for a minute"

He gave him 200 Rs. With a smile understanding his signals.

"Ab ye 200 rs. Banaenge iss ladki ko teri bhabhi (Now this 200 Rs will make this girl your sister in law)"

He said tucking 200 Rs note in his back pocket.

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Lovelies, I am a little disappointed by the response. Either the story is not that good or I don't know what is the problem.

If I am not going to get a good response then why should I invest my 4 hours in writing this all? At least another app is paying me to continue my passion.

My motivating factors are money and satisfaction. The other apa is giving me money and I write here for satisfaction which I am not getting this time 😣

I am writing here especially for you and you guys are just 😞. I don't know what to say. The readers that are loyal and love my stories are supporting me everywhere, and I am thankful to them. But I need the motivation to write between my live projects and presentation as writing a chapter takes at least 3-4 hours. If things went like this I would put the story on hold.

I write to bring smile on your faces and you.....