Confession #2 - To hell with honesty! Ignorance is today's best policy.
We were still standing in the same position, me half hanging in his arms looking like an idiot and he, he had anger dripping off his face. "Hello" Oh shit!
He angrily pulled me straight and the next instant pushed me away from him as if I was repulsive. Still an idiot. He continued glaring at me with those cat like eyes that always remind me of Blacky. Blacky was my pet cat, my first pet ever. He had eyes exact similar to those of Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
"What are you doing here?" I heard him ask. For a moment I went numb, thinking of ways to handle the confrontation/ face-off thing as I kept on creating my fate side by side. I blinked, then blinked again.
"Are you talking to me Sir?" Yup, act innocent and ignorant, as if you aren't aware of what the guy is talking about. I did a little dance in my mind as a confused expression replaced the anger on his face. Okay! I can do this, really.
"No." an eye roll, "I am talking to that refrigerator behind you. Wonder what it is doing in my house." He made a contemplating face as if he was really taking about the refrigerator. Damn sarcastic. "Of course I am taking to you. What are you doing here? Meri 2 crore ki car ka nuksaan kar k chain nahi mila tumhe, ab kya kuch aurr todne aayi ho?" As much as I wanted to punch him I just couldn't take the risk to do that.
"I am sorry Sir par kya aap mujhse baat kar rahe hain? Main kyun kuch todungi? Main toh yahaan.."
"Dimaag nahi hai tum mein yeh jaanta hoon main, didn't know that you are suffering from short term memory loss as well. Sach sach batao ki yahan kya karne aayi ho tum!" Mr. Cat-Eyes yelled at by face. Good lord! Why is he always yelling?! Bagar Billa aurr woh bhi kanji aankhon waala!
I put up my best innocent face, tilted my head a little to the left and liked at him with perplexed eyes, "I think you are confusing me with someone else Sir. Main toh yahaan engagement cake lekar aayi hoon. See." I pointed at the cake.
His face was exactly like that of Pikachu wherever he lands into a trap laid by Team Rocket. Confusingly shocked. Okay that was lame but still Shivaay Singh Oberoi's face was worth laughing at. It was hard but I still controlled the chuckle that was trying to escape.
"Seriously! What the heck are you up-to? Kal jo bhi kuch hua uske baad ab tum yeh natak.." Do. Not. Point. A. Finger. At. Me. Ever.
Though I don't have that urge to bend a finger pointed at me like Ajay Devgnn as shown in movie Golmaal 3 but still I don't like it when someone pointed a finger at me, it reminds me of all the accusations, all those time when my step mother used to do that. They are bad memories.
Somehow I maintained my cool at stayed focused on my innocent facade, "I really think that you are mistaking me to be someone else. Main toh aapse abhi milli hoon, aaj, pehli baar. Aapko koi galatfemi hui hai."
Have you seen a volcano that is about to erupt? The temperature rises and the gaseous content in the air surrounding it increases when a volcano is about to erupt. Right now Mr. Cat-Eyes looked just like that. Red faced he looked at me aiming to kill. Dude you don't know my step mom and her daughters, after them nothing scares me now.
"Tum!" Gods above! What's he gonna do now?
"Oye mere bagar bille, kithe hai tu.."
Okay I didn't say that. No really didn't say that. I turned to my right, the direction from where that feminine voice came. There was an old lady dressed in an extensive looking salwaar suit and pearl jewellery. She looked nice not just because of her clothes, she had this universal grandmother face that reflects love, care and kindness.
"Dadi!" That made my attention shift back to Mr. Cat-Eyes...scratch that! Bagar Billa suits him more. His face was still red but I could clearly see that it was now because of embarrassment, the anger long forgotten. I pursed my lips tight, no, don't...aaawww shit!
As the throaty chuckle escaped even through my tightly pressed lips both the grandmother and her grandson turned their gaze at me. While his Dadi's face was soft yet mischievous, Bagar Billa was actually glaring at me. "What?"
"I..I am sorry...uhhuumm." I apologized.
"Beta aap?" Dadi ji asked me.
"Ji, I came from Murthy's Cakes, woh apne cake ka order diya tha na bas wahi lekar aayi hoon. Bas thoda decorate karna baaki hai." I said politely to which Dadi Ji smiled but Bagar Billa kept on glaring towards me.
"Oh!" she clasped her hands in glee, "Toh woh tum ho jiska banaya hua chocolate cake Billu ko pasand aaya. Maanana padega beta ji, bohot hi tasty cake banaya hai tumne, pehli baar mere billu ne chocolate cake khaya, usse toh chocolate pasand nahi hai par tumhara banaya hua cake poora ka poora kha liya billu ne."
"Dadi!!"
Breathe in. Don't laugh. Breathe out. Breathe in. Don't laugh. Breathe out. Breathe in. Don't laugh. Breathe out. Breathe in. Don't laugh. Breathe out. Huuuhhh.
This is turning out to be the best day in my life! Dadi ji toh kamaal ki hain! And this Bagar Billa, his face reminded me of Pikachu's from that episode where he and Ash participated in that Pokmon fashion competition. Absolutely hilarious. Mujhe akkad dikha raha thha na. Wait, see what I am gonna do now.
"Ji, Billu kaun? Aapka pet cat?" Judging by the look in Dadi Ji's eyes I could tell she knew that I knew who her Billu is, but still she didn't look even a little bit mad. I wonder why.
"Nahi beta, I call my grandson Shivaay by this name out of love. Mere puttar da nickname hai yeh."
"Oh. Okay." I grinned. Anika 2, Mr. Cat-Eyes aka Bagar Billa 0.
"Tumhe badi hasi aa rahi hai!?" he muttered through clenched teeth and earned a slap on return, which again wasn't me. "Oye chup kar khotte de puttar. Chal, party mein sabhi pooch rahe hain tere baare mein." she turned towards me then, "Aurr beta ji aap jaldi se yeh cake ka kaam khatam kar lo, cake cutting ceremony bas kuch hi minutes mein shuru hone waali hai."
After this Dadi Ji dragged away her Billu to the party and I was left alone in the kitchen. Once they were out of sight the bubbling laughter erupted and I was close to ROFL-ing. Billu! Good lord! That was epic.
"Anika?" Now he comes back. I straightened myself and took the box from him. "Kya hua? Why were you laughing so much?" asked Sandeep.
I smiled, "Kuch khaas nahi."
I was waiting in the kitchen along Sandeep for someone to come and give us the payment for the cake but even after one and a half hour no one has come and we are left waiting. By now I am looking more like a sleep deprived zombie than my usual funky self. My eyes are paining some much, I wanna sleep. Let me sleep please!
Tring Tring Isha Calling...Trrriinngg Trrriinngg Isha Calling...
"Haaawwweeelllo.." I half yawned and half greeted my best friend Ishana. (surprise! surprise? As said before this an AnShi FF, Omkara and Ishana will be there in the story but they won't meet in this story or they will that I don't know 😆 but their as in IshKara's story will start after this FF ends.)
Isha, Ishana Patel is my one and only best friend whom I actually met online at an entertainment portal, India Forums (I have no idea left for two crazy people meeting and becoming best friends so I took inspiration from my own life about how I met my bestie, Shonali. Her IF username is -Sonali- ) We were chatting at a chat-thread and clicked instantly, our likes, dislikes and many other things are similar.
Though mine interest lies in story reading and writing, Ishana is a designer. She's a freelancer photographer and a school teacher, graphic designing is her hobby that she keeps on experimenting with at different sites. She's two years younger than me and lives with her father and a younger sister just 16 minutes away from my place. Cool na!
"What was that?" came Ishana's voice full of mirth.
"That was my sleep deprived self. Tu bata call kyon kiya." Goddamnit! My eyes are starting to itch. Sheh!
"Aise nahi, ghar par mil phhir bataungi. Tu hai kahan abhi? Ghar kab tak aa rahi hai?" she asked.
"Pata mahi yaar! I am waiting for the payment but these Oberoi's are so busy partying that they forgot that they have to pay for the cake that they just ate!" I whined.
"Oberoi's? Woh Shivaay Singh Oberoi, Omkara Singh Oberoi aurr Rudra Singh Oberoi waale Oberoi's?" Woah! Now what was that!!?
"Out of all what I said you heard only that part? Oberoi's?!!" Whining voice out, complaining voice in.
"Shut up!" What a friend na! "Tune usse dekha? Milli tu uss-se?" Hain?! Yahan meri halat kharab ho rahi hai aurr yeh ladki hai ki. Mujhe bhi na ek se badkar ek unique characters milte hain. Each one of them idiot, big fat idiot.
"Kiss-se? And what's with that fan girl voice? Hua kya hai tujhe?" She really gets me worried sometimes.
"Arre I am talking about Om, my Omkara!" Her excitement was practically coming through the phone like waves, how could I forget that my best friend's world revolves around 2 things, her family (that includes me and Sahil as well) and Omkara Singh Oberoi, the great sculptor and Ishana's hero or you can say her dream guy, I think idol is the right word for it... Whatever!!
"Pagal hai kya tu? Jis bande ko aaj tak tune dekha tak nahi uski deewani bani ghumti rehti hai. Aisa kya hai usme? And wait a sec! When the hell did he became your Omkara?" Like I said, idiot. Each one of them.
I heard Ishana sigh before, "He's loves privacy yaar, issiliye he stays away from media. Jaanti hoon ki usse kabhi dekha nahi par mehsoos toh kiya hai na maine..." And there she goes again.. Now ladies and gentlemen you are about to learn that exactly how a fan girl is like.
"You know Anu he isn't a normal guy, he's a magician.."
"Magician haan? Jadugar Goga types?" I teased.
"Anu!" I rolled my eyes at her response, she's really sensitive about him. "He creates magic with clay, each and every sculpture of his displays the emotions he must have felt when he created those art pieces. And he's mine and I his since the day I went and saw his first ever exhibition. He's so talented and his work incredible..." Okay that's enough! I seriously cant tolerate this fan girl thing sometimes. Being a fan is okay but acting like an obsessed fan? That's stupid and foolish. Wish I had a mute button for Ishana, once she starts talking about her I-am-the-magic-sculptor-Oberoi, she just never stops.
"Did you meet him? What's he like? Baat ki tunne usse? Dikhne mein kaisa hai? Aurr uska behaviour? Bata na!!" Not responding.
"He must be preparing for his next exhibition. Hhhmm...waise what are you doing there?" Really Ishana? Didn't I tell you before that I came here to deliver an order? H-e-l-l-o! So not responding.
"Waise toh it doesn't matter how he looks, woh jaisa bhi hai mera hai. I just wanna know Ki woh waisa hi na jaisa maine usse imagine kiya thha? Soft spoken, polite, kind, intense..?" La la la..my ears are bleeding, my eyes are itching and I am not responding..la la la.
"Tune bataya nahi ki tu Oberoi mansion kya karne aayi ho? And tell na did you meet Omkara? Please!!"
"Jhak maarne aayi hoon yahan! Aurr haan woh tera Omkara hai na, he weighs 152 kgs, he's bald, has long moustaches and absolutely hates people. Are the wedding plans still on?" Kissiko itna bhi irritate mat karo ki woh pagal ho jaye!
There's a 60 seconds pause before, "He must be so lonely..." From where did that came? "And whatever he may look like, he's still the best. Soch na Anika, jo ladka apne emotions unn lifeless structures mein inti achhi tareeke se portray kar sakta hai woh agar kissi ladki se pyaar karega toh kitna khoobsurat hoga woh pyaar..." Okay, mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya.
"Tujhe iss baat se koi fark nahi padta ki woh dikhne mein kaisa hai and..." I asked and she chuckled in response, "Anika tunne kabhi kissi se pyaar nahi kiya na that's why you don't know ki jab kissi se pyaar hota hai na then his looks, his flaws, ask that doesn't matter. What matters is ki woh bhi tumse pyaar kare. Aurr maine Omkara ko uski art ke through mehsoos kiya hai, jaana hai usse, I really don't care how he looks."
I placed my phone on the kitchen counter and walked towards this huge pillar, placed my arms around it and was about to hit my head on it hard. Seriously! I don't understand how can Ishana fall in love like that. Is it really love? Ishana toh pagal hai hi, yeh mujhe bhi pagal banakar chodegi.
My head was inches away from the pillar when, "I know that you are mad and I completely believe it as well, tumhe iss baat ko saabit karne ki zaroorat nahi hai." Here comes the Bagar Billa...once again.
"Excuse me!" I said dramatically as I stupid still hugging the pillar. "Aap mujhe aise insult nahi kar sakte."
He smirked in return, "Maine kaha thha na ki pray that you never have to face me again. Tumhe toh main..." I left the pillar and went on front of him talking long strides, "Are you mad or what? Main aapko likh kar doon kya that I met you today only. Aaj se pehle na main kabhi aapse milli na maine aapko kabhi dekha. Aap toh peeche hi pad gaye hain!"
He frowned... What kind of frowning face is that?! It looks as if he's frowning, glaring at me in anger and amusement with one brow raised and to as up to the effect of this is the weird way he tilts his head in. "You seriously don't know ki kal kya hua thha?"
"Kal main subah 5 baje utthi, my brother wished me a happy birthday, I bathed for 45 minutes, then went to temple and fed all of the parsad to poor people sitting on the temple stairs. After that I went to work and was working till 7 a. m. this morning on that engagement cake. Noticed one thing? You weren't mentioned at all. Main aapko last time bata rahi hoon, maine aapko aaj se pehle kabhi nahi dekha." Yes!"
His nostrils flared as he slammed few thousand rupee notes on the kitchen counter and went away. Good riddance!
When I entered inside my home I was never expecting the sight that greeted me. Sitting on the sofa seat were Sahil and Ishana, a popcorn bowl in front of them on the table, 3 glasses and a family pack bottle of Fanta. What worried me actually were the expressions on their faces that said, "I know that you just got into some mess, messed up by you only." Shit! I forgot that Ishana was still on phone when me and Bagar Billa were bickering.
I placed my bag on the rack and went to sit on the other sofa seat. "So should we start?" Ishana asked as Sahil poured the cold drink into glasses. I cracked my knuckles, picked up the popcorn bowl and started eating, "Of course."
After 30 minutes of detailed conversation;
"And his face was worth watching! Dadi ji baar baar usse billu keh kar bula rahi thhi and he was like, "Yikes! I wanna go hide.". He was so embarrassed." I laughed out loud as I narrated my recent encounters with a certain blue eyed male cat also known as his highness Shivaay Singh Oberoi to Ishana and Sahil.
"Aaww bechara! You made him feel stupid." Ishana laughed, "You're really really evil. Becharae ko sach mein lag raha hoga ki woh pagal ho gaya hai or he might be thinking that the saw a twin of you."
"Bechara my foot! Itni akkad hai na uss Bagar Bille mein kya bataon tumhe. Woh toh aaahhheeewww..."
Ishana shook her head softly, "Tu ab aaraam kar. Bohot toured feel kar rahi hogi, hum kal baat karenge. Theek hai." She stood up, picked the glasses and the now empty bowl and placed them in the sink.
Me and Sahil bade Ishana goodbye and after that everything went in blur. I hastily changed my clothes and wore my comfy one length shorts and an oversized SpongeBob SquarePants top. Once under the covers I wished for only one thing, "Bas ab kabhi bhi yeh kanji aankhon waala Bagar Billa mujhse na takraya. I don't want to meet him again ever!"
Okay..there were many weird comparisons going on, especially those with Pikachu😆 To be honest, I didn't know what I was writing, I wrote it all by keeping myself at Anika's place and this is the horrible outcome of it😛 I just hope that you'll like it. Please comment.
Thank You
Megha😃
Edited by dmegha - 9 years ago
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