Hello Ghumians of this forum,
Here I am back with a new short story, a story that was formed while one day I was listening to the song Dil Ki Purani Sadak Par from movie Sadak 2 sung by the great KK. 😳
I want you to visualize Ayesha and Neil for the characters but the characters are different.
So it's not really a SaiRat story but NeilSha in a different story. 😳
I am planning to write max. 5 or 6 chapters but with me you never know. 🤣
God please help Muguet by stopping her from writing more details. 😳
Hope you will like it. The first chapter is not that interesting but I hope it's funny enough to keep you till the next chapters.😃 Till then thanks for reading it. 😳
The link of the song is at the end of the chapter if you don't know which song I am talking about.
Ayesha as Saira Faris
Neil as Neil Nazareth
Anyone as Naira Hasnaoui
Saira Faris sprinted to the tramway station to catch the tram just in time. She was already late. Her best friend, Naira Hasnaoui already has called her three times asking her where she was. She ensured her that she won't be late for the departure of the train. And just like she had predicted, she reached the train station twenty minutes before the departure but she wondered were her friend was. She finally spotted her with a pink suitcase. Too girly she thought. One, pink. A color she would never wear nor carry. Two, a suitcase. A f**king suitcase for four days vacation while she had only a small travel duffel bag.
« Once again you are carrying your entire house with you. », Saira made fun of her best friend.
« Hey you never know. », Naira stuck her tongue out at her.
Both laughed and exchanged kisses on the cheeks. So Frenchy. They then ran to the nearest shop to buy snacks and drinks for their five hours long journey. Quickly they came out from the shop and ran to the platform. After a couple of minutes they finally found their seats and took place. The train left the platform at 2:05 P.M like scheduled.
Topic after topic, snack after snack, they finally recalled how their friendship started. Saira and Naira were twenty years old when they first met at their work place. Both were doing part time job at an amusement park. Their friendship started because of the similarity in their names. Only one letter exchanged and the entire persona is changed. Saira was an ambivert. She knew where and with whom to be open or stay at a far distance. Naira on the other hand was an extrovert. She would go crazy with anyone and anywhere. Even then both complemented each other. As ambivert, Saira would experience things Naira wouldn't dare to try even as an extrovert and hyperactive person. Saira would pack the smallest bag possible and wouldn't care to apply tons of makeup like a typical woman unlike Naira who will pack a huge bag and will always take at least one hour to look the most beautiful. On the other hand Naira is the person who doesn't have a filter while talking. Being an Arab she would use a different slang whereas Saira was more polite and gracious. Naira didn't know Hindi but she knew everything about Bollywood, sometimes more than Saira herself who was an Indian. Often they would debate on the Indian songs. Saira was a huge fan of classical, folk, pop, soulful songs while Naira was a big fan of the item numbers. All she cared was shake her booty. Saira was very patient but a no nonsense person so she could go wild if needed. Naira would beat anyone at anytime. Almost the same name but two different personalities. Both crazy, savage and wild in their own ways. They quit their jobs, graduated, found better jobs... but they never stayed away from each other. Parties, celebrations, trips, they did everything together during their five years of friendship. They shared everything together, from the smallest informations/secrets to the biggest. They supported each other during the good times as well as the bad times. They were such good friends that even after Naira got married, their friendship stayed the same. Naira got married a year ago to a French guy, Yohann, a crazy dude like her. When Naira presented him to Saira for the first time, both Saira and Yohann were shocked. They were ex-colleagues. She immediately loved the couple and accepted their relationship. A few months later, they decided to get married. Saira helped her in everthing from the decoration, to the selection of the dress, makeup, hairstyle and henna design.
« Do you remember about Neil, my friend ? We are going to Mont Saint Michel soon. Would you like to join us ? », Naira changed the topic.
« You are asking a travel lover if she wants to go on a trip ? Of course I will join you guys. », Saira replied.
« Great. We are going to have an awesome time as he is also a mad like us. », Naira said. « Well, speak of the devil. », she added showing her phone to her friend.
Saira looked at her questioningly ? She pointed her the name. It was written Neil. Saira laughed while Naira checked the message he just sent her. It was a picture of him having a gala with his colleagues. Saira just remembered this is the same guy Naira talked about so many times. They were apparently friends for eight years now. They met during their high school internship. They worked for one month at « Parc Asterix. » Both hyperactive they wouldn't stay in one place and do all the crazy stunts. Since then their friendship was the same even though they had a communication gap for three years. A few months ago both found each other again and it was like they never left.
« Does he go to work or to party ? », Naira facepalmed.
« What ? », Saira asked, brought out of her thoughts by her friend's question.
« See yourself. Neil is having a big party with his colleagues. », Naira showed her the picture.
« Wooow very handsome. », Saira said looking at the picture.
« So Miss Saira Faris finds my friend attractive. Interesting. So-so handsome or celebrity handsome ? », Naira asked.
Saira laughed. Ever since they were friends, they have scanned thousands of men and classified them into two categories : "so-so" handsome and "celebrity" handsome. But since Naira got married, they kind of stopped hunting the men together.
« No, I am not interested in him but won't deny that he is good looking. », Saira said.
« So so handsome or celebrity handsome ? », Naira insisted.
« Let me check again... hmmmm... celebrity handsome. », Saira bit her tongue.
« It's decided. I am planning something to introduce you to him. », Naira winked at her friend.
« No thanks. », Saira replied.
« We are going to the Mont Saint Michel together. You are going to meet him anyway. », Naira said victorious.
« You are crazy. », Saira shook her head.
« What's the problem ? He is a nice guy. A little crazy, extremely hyperactive but total fun to be around. », Naira praised him.
« I am a Muslim and he is a Christian if I remember it correctly. », Saira replied.
« He is not religious. Recently he got interested in knowing more about Islam so you never know. », Naira informed her.
« Whatever. »,Saira replied.
They arrived in Nice with thirty minutes delay. They checked in their Airbnb and then went to the nearest restaurant for dinner. While they were waiting to get served, Neil called Naira. She extented one of the earpods to Saira who looked at her confused.
« Listen to his voice and decide if you like it or not. », she said.
Saira shook her head. Her friend was hell bent on pushing her into her friend's arms. She took the earpod and placed it in the ear. As soon as she heard his « Hey Nini how is your first day in Nice ? », she put her hand to cover her mouth as she couldn't stop laughing. He f**king called her friend Nini. Naira shook her head. His friend just insulted her in front of her best friend. Saira managed to control her laughter and listened to their conversation. His sexy voice made her blush but when after disconnecting the call her friend asked her if she liked his voice she lied to her that it was very okaish.
After the dinner, they went back to the apartment and watched Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara till two in the morning. They woke up at nine o'clock the next day instead of seven o'clock as planned. Saira shook her head. With Naira, she is always late. They quickly took a shower, got ready and left for the day. First thing first, they went to the nearest cafe for a typical French breakfast with croissant, pain au chocolat, viennoise and of course good quality of coffee.
« So your Mr. Celebrity Handsome has liked a picture of you I posted yesterday night. », Naira said.
« What ? Arghhhh you know I don't like my pictures to be shared anywhere. », Saira complained.
« I know that's why I have shared it only with him which he doesn't know and the fool has even liked it. », Naira laughed. « And... he didn't even like my picure... MY PICTURE. I am disowning him as a friend. But good thing is that he also looks interested in you. », she added.
After filling their stomach, they rented a car for the coming days. It's easier to go from one place to another and even visit the nearest small towns. After visiting many places, by the time they came back to the city all the restaurants were already closed. They had no other option than buy their dinner from the humburger chain restaurant "Quick". They came back to the apartment and after a quick shower, they played a Hindi movie and set the table. They filled the plates with the burgers and French fries like if they were at a chic restaurant. They filled the wine glasses with peach ice tea. Saira then took a picture and posted it on Facebook with the caption « Our ***** star Quick meal. » tagging Naira. A while later when they were enjoying the movie and the food, Neil called her.
« I see you you both are enjoying five star meal. », he laughed.
« How do you know that ? », Naira asked confused.
« I just know but that's not important. Why are you eating fast food while being on a trip ? », he asked.
« All the restaurants were closed by the time we came back. They knew that two hot and innocent women were in town and still they dared to close the restaurants. So not nice of them. », she replied sarcastically.
« Hot yes but innocent I am not sure. », he joked.
« You just said Saira is not innocent. How can you insult my friend like this ? », she wanted to tease both.
« I am sure she knows it too. No sane person would hang out with you anyway. She must be as wild and fun loving person as you. », he replied.
« Stop ruining my image, you ass. », she said fake angrily.
« Enjoy your five euros burger. », he chuckled.
« Shut up ! It's eight euros. », she corrected him.
Both the girls heard him chuckle and cut the call. They rolled their eyes. How could he even make fun of their royal dinner ?
Same as their last night, they again slept very late and couldn't wake up early in the morning. They drove directly to the place they wanted to visit skipping the breakfast but had a brunch instead.
« Let me ask him to send me more pictures of him. », Naira said.
« Won't he find it weird ? », Saira asked.
« Nothing is weird for that moron. You will see that within two minutes he will send me ten pictures of him without even asking why I want them. »
It didn't take him long to click a few pictures of him and send them to her. Naira forced Saira to have a look. Saira was amused that her friend was more interested to see her with him than herself. The entire day she kept talking about him. How they met, how he was, what he liked... Neil was an Inidan but born and grown up in France same as Saira. He was eighty percent French and twenty percent Indian unlike Saira who was more Indian than him. He had one elder brother and two younger sisters whereas she was her parents' only one child.
The next two days Naira didn't talk much about him. Saira silently thanked God for that. Both were too busy visiting the places, taking crazy pictures and videos and eating the local foods. On their way back home to Paris, both took the opportunity of their long hours journey to share pictures online. Naira shared a video where she was giving a speech on the historical aspect of the place when suddenly Saira accidentally dropped her cup of coffee. Naira startled, opened her eyes wide and ended the recording with « My friend gracefully ruined my two minutes long speech. God save me from such specimens. All the efforts were wasted. ». A few minutes later Neil texted her with fake sympathy to make fun of her « Too bad. I understand your pain though I loved how she videobombed/voicebombed the video. Nice to know that there is someone else who can piss you off as much as I do. ». Naira shook her head and replied to him « Are you outside ? If yes then I hope a pigeon shits on you. ».
Saira also shared a video tagging her friend. She recorded her friend early in the morning while she was struggling to close her suitcase. She was sitting on it like a typical Arab girl or desi girl would do. She was also self talking by imitating in a perfect accent the Africans and the Overseas French people who speak in French. Neil watched it and couldn't stop laughing while typing a text message to Naira. « Oscar worthy performance 👏».
« Yeah yeah make fun of me. », she said out loud to Saira and typed the same message to him. « But damn I am so hilarious. I love this video of mine. My accent is so perfect. », she praised herself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1EPaKOPqKQ
Chapter 2 - Page 4
Chapter 3 - Page 7
Chapter 4 - Page 9
Chapter 5 - Page 14
Chapter 6 - Page 17
Chapter 7 - Page 22
Chapter 8 - Page 25
Chapter 9 - Page 28
Chapter 10 - Page 31
Chapter 11 - Page 35
Chapter 12 - Page 39
Chapter 13 - Page 41
Chapter 14 - Page 46
Chapter 15 - Page 49
Chapter 16 - Page 53
Chapter 17 - Page 56
Chapter 18 - Page 59
Chapter 19 - Page 62
Chapter 20 - Page 64
Chapter 21 - Page 66
Chapter 22 - Page 67
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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