I am back with my second FF, Bishq will always remain classic and magical to me, and this one will never match to its mark. But its just a diff attempt, a new zaya a new story. Thanks to all the YES and the long wait, I am running very busy so I would be able to upload only tw0 chapters/ week. This probably will be a short story and I haven't written it at all, so the updates maynot be timely. Will try my level best.
I am writing a non zaya story on whattpad and that will be uploaded next week, if you are on whattpad do read it, a very very different style of writing with a slight adult content.
Till then Enjoy this one, if you like and comment will be very happy.
Love you all
SIM
Introducing "Pyaar ya Waar"
Chapter 1
Ek Jhalak
As he peeked through his glasses ...raising them on his nose ridge ...he saw her entering inside the class. As beautiful as the sunshine ...bright yellow...hmmm...Wow ...what a beauty she was ...can I say she was gorgeous ...hmmm...her curls were bouncing as she moved her head ...and there was a streak of brown hair ...wait a minute does hair get naturally streaked in brown ...whatever ...she looked so pretty ...and that dress...maybe a bit short ...the yellow dress...and the bands on her wrist ...
He counted them silently ...there were almost 10 ...weird looking ...just like her bag ...more of a jhola type...her sandals ...oops ...how did she manage to walk with them ...
Oh ya that's what girls call them...wait a minute ...ahhh cant recall...this girl is blurring my photogenic memory ...OMG ...did this happen ...could I actually forget something...Wow this has never happened earlier...first time first time ahhh...
Maybe I did remember ...oh ya ...pencil heels ...and that sleek legs ...ahh she had a fine jewelry on her ankles...too...hey wait a minute ...why is she picking up her sandals ...and holding them in her hands ...and the toes ...she is walking on them ...and the heels have been raised...
As his eyes scanned towards her face ...the inner voice blurted again ...Wait a minute ...why is she stooping ...why ...and hiding her face ...I want to see her ...maybe a bit more...should I continue starring ...what if she sees me...no no no ...she will definitely look at me any moment ...
Zain neeche dekh ...Zain ullu ke patthe ankhein neeche kar ...dekh legi ...ya Allah dekh legi tujhe ...sun raha hia tu ...mai kuch keh rah ahu tujhse ...gadhe neeche dekh ...
Ek minute ...the loud noise ...the terrifying ...voice got Zain back from his fantasy world ...
Miss ...aap abhi abhi andar aayi hai na ...the professor narrowed his eyes on the prey
As the bubble gum busted from an inflated light pinkish shade to a soggy pink on her lips ...making a smack noise she looked up...
Nahi Sir ...mai toh yehi baithi thi ...woh kya hai na ...mera pen gir gaya toh wahi uthaa rahi thi...she held a pen to prove her pseudo-truth ...
Accha ...pen seat per se girte girte ..yaha class ke first seat par aa gaya ...saath mai aapko aur aapke bag koh bhi laya hoga ..haina ....
Sir mai kabhi bhi jhoot nahi bolti ...Allaha tauba ..Allah tauba as she touched those delicate hands on those ears ....hmm...beautiful earrings ...silver ...hanging ...and musical ...he smiled
...jhoot bolna galat hota hai na Sir...she smiled again ...he smiled too
Accha ...abhi pata chal jayega kaun kitna sach bol raha hai ...
You ..You there ...the professor pointed out ...
Zain looked up the fingers were pointing at his directions...the sweat beads were proliferating at an exceeding pace...almost dripping on his side burns...
Mai aap se baat kar rah ahu ...
He looked behind...secretly praying it was the person behind him ...allah ...karam kar ...mujhe nahi ...kis aur koh bol rahe ho ...
Janab ...white shirt ...mai aapse baat kar rah ahu ...
Jee mai ...as he got up...stood shabbily ...still unsure if the professor was calling him out ...
Haa aap ...Ek baat batiye ..kya ye mahutarama ...class ke andar thi ya ...abhi abhi dhakhil hui...
As his eyes glanced on hers ...she looked at him ...the amber colored heaven ...looked angry ...infact silently threatening him ...he immediately put his glance down ...
The specs had almost started slipping from his nose ridge due to excessive sweating ... as he slid his hand on his formal trousers, and tried tucking his overweight tummy inside. Maybe she wouldnt notice his extra weight, he did try to hold his breath to give everyone a flat tummy look...it failed miserably as he started turning blue due to a lack of oxygen ...
The voice was muffled by uncontrolled giggles in the class, Zain looked around to see everyone starring at him and his out of shape physique ...
Kaha tha ek baar kitabon se upar dekhkar ...ekhad dumbell utha leta ..toh aaj yeh mota pet chupane ki naubat nahi aati...motu ...ab bhugat ..itne der saans rok kar rakhega toh oxygen ka poora cylinder lagaega tujhe hosh mai laane ke liye...ab chupakar kya fayda ...as he grumbled to his inner voice...chup chup...kitna bolta hai tu , the voice was never heard by anyone else, it died a silent death in his own mouth ...as the background voices increased in the class..
Aap...bol sakte hai na ...the professor confirmed as the whole class burst out giggling ...something he was used to hearing ...
He gave a narrow glance at her face ...aww ...her smile...she was so cute ...beautiful
Zain chup kar ...concentrate sir kuch pooch rahe hai ...javab par concentrate kar ..ladki par nahi uski who sundar hassi par nahi...Fattu soul was guiding him
Aap bolenge bhi ki aap bhi inke saath bahar jaana pasand karenge ...
Haiii...Zain muh mat khol...itna suhana mauka hai ...ladki bhi aur chutti bhi ...mat kholna muh ...besharam was dancing
Jee..yeh bahar se abhi andar aayi...he did blurt out
Before the words of truth were out ...she looked at him with hatred ...as he looked down ...
Thank you ...aapne sach bola ...Suna miss ...toh ab aap mujhe apna ID dijiye ...aur bahar nikalye...
She grumbled some curses ..and gave her ID ...and gave a final menacing look at him ...
Teri toh mai ...bahar mil mujhe ...chasmish ...as she turned her back ...and left ...
He gently wiped his forehead ...with the stark white crisp handkerchief ...and folded it back to keep it ...gulping down his inner voice ..which had already revolted to the idea of speaking the truth ...
Ho gaya ...mil gayi khushi ...sach bone ka itna shaukh hai na tuje ...ab dekh ...chali gayi who ...khush hai tu ...
itne saal mai pehli ladki pasand aayi ...usse bhi class se bahar fikva diya ...ab aish kar ...in kitabon ke saath ...ek kaam kar ...inhi ke saath nikaah bhi padva lena ...koi asli ladki toh milne se rahi ab tujhe ...
Motu, zindagi ne itna badiya mauka diya ..aur tu french fries ki dukaan par baitha sirf taakta reh gaya, paapi ...dusht ...the voice continued ..to taunt and mock at him ..as he tried closing his eyes ...
Kaash naam batakar jaati kaash ...
The next one hour ...he had developed a short term amnesia ...he didn't recollect what the professor spoke ...as he kept on starring at the door ..wanting to step out ...
Unaware that a wild ...pretty girl was waiting for him to step out ...waiting to pounce on her unsuspecting prey ...
Zain ...smiled ...inside the class...and Aaliya smirked outside ...both determined to meet each other ..one for love other for hate ...to begin a story ...they would have never imagined ...
Pyaar ya Waar...ho jaao tayaar ...
SIM
Pre-cap: An angry Aaliya waiting out to speak to a geeky Zain ...dhoom dhadaka
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