PART #1
Besharam Zain Ke Karthooth
Besharam: Zain Abdullah ke bache, hero se... zero?
Phattu: Chup kar. Aysaa kuch nahi hai.
Besharam: Acha? Tho Aliya ko hug kyun nahi kiya?
Phattu: Woh- woh... mehmaan aa gaye thhe, Dad bulaa rahe thhe...
Besharam: More like you didn't have the guts to hug her. Kitkit karthe karthe teri dimaag ki bathi bujh gayi hai.
Phattu: Kaha na, kuch nahi hai aysa-
Besharam: Lo, aa gayi.
Phattu: Kaun?
Besharam: Begum, tumhaari.
Phattu: Mamu ki bhanj-
Besharam: Meri tho girlfriend hai.
Phattu: Kya?
Besharam: Lag rahi hai na, bilkul... HOT.
Phattu: Marvaoge kya? Tum isse nahi jaanthe. Tumhaara omlette banaa ke khaa jayegi.
Aliya: Kya?
Besharam: Yakeen nahi aatha tum isse ultaa sulaathe ho.
Phattu: Dekho, tum jo bhi ho, chup karo. Bohoth hogaya.
Besharam Zain approaches Aliya.
Phattu: Ruko, wahi ruko! Chuna math usse!
Aliya: Zain tum paagal ho gaye ho kya?
Phattu: Mamu ki bhaanji darna math, main hoon na. Nahi choone doonga usse tumhe.
Aliya: Kisse nahi choone doge? Zain kya hogaya hai tumhe?!
Besharam: Isse tho mein hug kar ke rahoonga.
Phattu: Ruko!
Aliya: ZAIN?!
Besharam: Chal hutt, phatu kahi ka.
Phattu: Tu ruk varna!
Besharam: Sorry Mr Phattu, too late.
Phattu Zain runs to push besharam Zain away. Besharam Zain possesses phattu Zain and in that moment phattu Zain and Besharam Zain combine.
Zain hugs Aliya.
Aliya: Zain?
Zain: Shhh.
...aur yaha se hothi hai kahaani shuru...
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PART #2
ZAIN
"Zain?" her voice was a whisper, but enough to evoke my senses. She was all I could see. Her fragrance was ever present, forever surrounding me. "Zain?"
That voice, her voice.
"Shhh."
"Who were you talking to. I'm so god damn confused!"
"Myself... hotha hai na kabhi, kabhi? Jayse tum Allah se baath karthi ho wayse mein khud se?"
"Main Allah se baath karthi hoon tho koi waja se. Bewaja kitkit nahi kari jaathi. Tumhaare jaise."
"Kya kehthi ho tum Allah se?" I edged closer to her, my nose pressing against her cheek. I could feel her heart racing, but she hid it alright.
She looked behind her. No escape - she was against a wall and I was pinning her there. So not letting you go today, mamu ki bhanji.
"Zain... main-"
"Kya maangthi ho tum Allah se, Aliya Zain Abdullah?"
Oh hang me up to dry won't you, Zain Abdullah? I don't think we've ever been so close. I swear if he kisses me right now I will punch him, no joke.
Maybe not.
I mean... he is my husband... he can. Can't he?
God damn it I'm so confused. He's like full on holding me I can't even breathe right now. What happened to his phattu-ness? He was refusing to hug me earlier today. How the tables have turned. I think I like him better like this though. He's Zain. The old one. The one I used to hate, but I think I'm in love-
"NAHI!" I screamed.
He flinched, but didn't loosen his grip. "Kya? Tum Allah se nahi kehthi ho? I think that's some serious kitkit right there, girlfriend."
Breathe. Breathe. It's okay. You're not in love with him. And... "I certainly am NOT your girlfriend."
"Oh sorry I mean," he cleared his throat, "Aliya begum."
"Zain tumhein kya hogaya hai? Tum, mujhe... hum... kyun... kab... tum kya kar rahe ho?!"
"What?" his cheeky grin played up on his face. "Do you want me to do something else?"
"Eh kitkit, band karo apni chit chit. Why are you even-? You jumped out like you were trying to save me from someone."
"Oh baby, but I was."
Breathe.
"Who?"
ZAIN
I leaned in and kissed her eyebrow furrowed in confusion. Her hands held onto my collar as if for dear life. I could feel her breathing quicken against me. I left my lips there for a few moments, and then leaned my forehead against hers.
"Zain. I was meaning to say. The party was so great. You organised it so well-"
"You organised the party, remember? That's why you were late for shopping."
"No. Yes. No. But I mean you bought Bark-" her words were a fumble. She was so nervous.
"Shh, no one. No one except us two."
"Okay. Well then... your tie. Your tie looks great. Is that the first time you've done one up? I mean I did it up but is that like the first time you've worn one? It looks great. You should wear it more often. And the coat, oh my god it's so pretty. Where did you get it? And YOUR HAIR - looked so gorgeous. You just looked fab and I couldn't deal. So many people looked good but you beat them all. Your sense of fashion-"
"Shut up."
She looked up at me.
"Are you seriously fan-girlin' over your husband?!"
"Yes. No. I mean yes. I mean oh what the heck? Zain can you let go of me it's killing me."
"Why?"
ALIYA
Allah, what am I saying?! I needed a distraction. I would press an iron against his face if that was an option. Ugh. I can't do this. He's too close... too close.
Think.
Can't.
"Zain you're too close to me I can't-"
"Think?" he murmured.
Great. Now he's mind reading too. Just what I needed. Can't live with him. Can't live without him. What is this?!
Desperate to find some kind of control and stop my runaway mind, and body, I blurted what I'd been wondering earlier. "Who were you trying to save me from?"
Zain smiled. His hand tightened around my waist and when he finally spoke I felt my stomach lurch inside me and my body fall entirely into his embrace. "Someone else having you before me. Because you're mine."
And the next thing I knew were his lips, on mine.
***
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