❤️❤️Author's Note: This is just a funny one-shot that I gave to cheer up people who all have been waiting these two days for Monday to arrive at least I did. And let me tell you it killed me literally . . . Seriously so I wondered what would happen if Arzoo had naughty thoughts. hahaha😉😉
NOTE: It is a sort of parody and a reimagination of Arzoo since she likes being dumb I thought why not make use of it? 😆😆
So go on and be nice and if you like it that will be enough! Happy MONDAY!❤️❤️
So quiet . . . such peace . . . no rush and excitement.
UGH! It's killing me. Allah knows how this man lives in such an environment. Uggh!
Why is it so silent? Itna sannata kyun hai bhai? Obviously I haven't said it out loud because of you-know-who. (Its Gabbar Chaudhary for all you idiots. Sheesh.) I was rolling my eyes at my own words but then Linda was staring at me like I had grown horns out of my head . . . But I didn't hit my head with anyone. Oh I think when I rolled my eyes they looked like I am popping them out yeah Myra had told me once. Hmm.
I again rolled my eyes.
But . . . Linda is glaring at me now. "Kya huwa Lindaji? Aap aise kyun dekhrahe hain hume?" Maybe I look beautiful . . . if only Psycho Chaudhary was
"Arzoo tumhare aakhon mein koi problem hai kya? They look like they are coming out. Tum dararahi ho mujhe!"
Seriously I need to stop rolling my eyes.
"Sorry Lindaji woh kya hain na . . . Arshafi ne mere kajal ko khana samajke khaliya iss liya . . ." Linda still didn't look so convinced seriously this was an awesome excuse why isn't she believing me? Maybe I should have applied kohl more.
"Naye designs kaha hain?"
Here comes the devil . . . OMG Arzoo move your feet . . . moveitmoveitmoveit!
"Arzoo Sahir sir tumhe bulahrahe hain . . . Go!"
It is ok Arzoo. Don't worry. You have done an absolutely fantastic job of avoiding this beautiful creation of AllahNO! khadoos...KHADOOS!
I take the files and start staggering towards his office where he is standing . . . with those fine-looking, stunning legs . . . I wonder how they would feel underCONCENTRATE!
No I need to do something to stop myself from being distracted by his . . . pheromones. Aha! My secret weapon shall be perfect for such an opportunity . . . quickly rumbling through my bag I try searching for it. I keep on searching until I get hold of a hard plastic object. Wearing it makes me so confident.
I knock before entering but stop when he widens his eyes, "What the hell? Ye kya hain tumhari akhon mein?"
I shake my head, how did this man become a famous businessman? Doesn't he know what a sunglass is? "Sir chashma?" I grinned, I have finally bought the new toothpaste that whitens your teeth . . . must blind him, poor fellow.
He raised his eyebrows and glared at me, I bet if looks could kill I would be assorted with all sorts of knives and bombs and drowning on my own pool of blood. "Aur . . . tumne yeh kyun pehna hain yaha office ke ander?"
Oh . . . I can't tell him that I get lost deep into his dark, brown eyes. I wonderCONCENTRATE! "Woh actually . . . Sir maine kuch zyada hi kajal laga diya . . . ab woh nikal nahi raha hain . . . it's a permanent kajal!"
"Huh?"
"Sir aap voh saab choriye aur ye rahi aap ki file... Sir ab mein jao?"
"Nahi . . ." Is he mad or what can't he see I am trying to avoid him . . . is this man high . . . I think so.
All of a sudden he stands up and strolls in the direction of where I was standing. My heart started beating faster, my breathing rate started increasing, omgomgomg . . . My eyes fell on his couch. The seats crumbled inwards due to his weight . . . suddenly I felt jealous of the leather covering the couch because it could freely touch his hard, chiseledCONCENTRATE!
I quickly moved opposite him covering my eyes . . . I forgot I wore glasses no need of that hehe...
Omgomgomg . . . he applied cologne . . . the sent is so strong that I can feel my legs melting. Omgomgomg.
Every time he stepped towards I toppled backwards, "Sir . . . sir . . .sir"
Sahir sir smirked, not smiled-smirked, "Tumhe pata hain tumne teen bar ek hi line mein Sir bola hai?"
Psycho Gabbar: 1 Arzoo: 0.
"Sir hum jah rahe hain hume bohot kaam hain. Thank you!"
"Per" I ducked away from him and ran out.
Hehehe
Psycho Gabbar: -100 Arzoo: 10 to the power million.
In the dining hall, during dinner time...
"Jahan Ara kya aap do cheez ek saath kar sakte hain?" Zaki smirked and winked at me. I think something is wrong with his eyes.
I snickered, "Of course . . . ye koi bolni ki baat hain . . ." I snickered further . . . but then the food got stuck and I coughed harder. UGH! How embarrassing.
"Thik hain toh chaliye kar ke dikhaye aap?"
OK! I can do this...
"Uh . . . yeh kya karrahi hain ab?" Sahir sir asked Zaki as if I was doing something very stupid. Zaki just gaped at me with his mouth wide open, "Bhai mujhe bhi samaj nahi araha hain!"
I narrowed my eyes at them shooting glares (and sneakily admiring Gabbar Chaudhary's body not that he knows...) "Hum do cheez ek saath karrahe hain."
Sahir sir didn't even bat his eyelids, "Blinking and rubbing your stomach?" Is that disbelief that I see?
"Eksaath? Doh cheez?" Seriously is duniya mein aise gadho ko kyun bulate hain Allah knows.
"Iss bakri koh koi halal kardo . . ." Kurti Apa turned her nose up at me. I think I have to remind her to clean her nose later.
"Bolu toh apko halal karde?" Myra scoffed; I nudged her with my elbow.
"Vaise Zaki aap ko hum ek joke bole?"
Zaki stopped stuffing his already full mouth and nodded. I smiled. "Voh kya hain na main e tv pe dekha hai yeh joke! English meh hain..." Zaki nodded before further stuffing rotis in his mouth. Sahir sir was knotting his brows consistently I think the food has gone down his stomach. Maybe I should give him ENO later. Hmm.
"Two peanuts were walking down the street. One of them was a salted! Samjhe aap? A salted?"
Silence...
I can see Sahir Sir shaking violentlywith anger. You can make a milk shake out of it.
Haha . . . why does it feel like I am the only one laughing?
"Aap log samjhe nahi?" I let out a loud laugh. "A salted? Matlab namak wali peanut?"
Sahir sir's eyes were bulging and . . . it is kind of cute. Kind of.
Kurti Apa snorted like a pigbechari I have to someday tell her that it kills me to see her like this, "Iss bakri ko koi choop kara doh?" She turned to Sahir Sir who shaking his head in angerGood Arzoo tried to make him laugh ended up making him angrier...
"But . . ." I complained, "Wait . . . mere paas ek aur joke hain . . ." No problem. Sahir sir will definitely laugh this time for sure.
"Jahan ara . . . hume lagta hain!" Zaki complained but I cut him off.
"You've to listen this . . ." I defended angrily before wiping off the frown replacing it with a light smile, "What did the apple say to the orange?"
Zaki gave a bright smile as if he knew. "Oh. Oh. I know, I know, it's"."
"That the orange is also a colour?" Sahir Sir mumbled " even though his face is in contact with the table mat " he was audible enough.
Ya Allah! Come to think of it. I, completely, forgot to clean the dining table after lunch. Ew. I have to remind Sir to wash his face with face-sanitizer (does it even exist?).
I gawked at him before frowning, ". . . No . . ." I said slowly.
"Toh phir?" Myra inquired suddenly interested in his joke.
"Nothing duffer apples don't talk. Ha-ha"
Suddenly I realized it wasn't looking so funny.
"Hay Allah iss bakri ke harkate toh dekho . . . Sahir beta yeh tumhe duffer bulake bet gayi aur tum chup reh gaye?" Kurti Apa rotated her hands up in the air I think she was dancing bharat-nattiyam.
"OMG . . . Sahir tum kyun aise choop reh rahe ho . . . hume bohot bura lagraha he tumhare liye" Oh Anamji is also here?
"Brr..." Sahir sir huffed and left the table immediately. I didn't make out what he said it seemed like food was gurgling in his mouth.
Zaki and Myra were grinning ear to ear like idiots while all I understood that I will never attempt to make anymore jokes again.
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