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The night was dark and everyone asleep. The dressing table's occupants sat breathless witnessing the stare down competition between the two combs. On one end was Rocky Mountain Barber Company Hair Comb
And on the other end antistatic dangling a beautiful pink colored comb.
The former belonging to Omkara named Jaaneman by Rudra.
The latter named JaaduMaai by Anika.
The names had a rather interesting story.
It was in Rudra's graduation that Omkara's comb had got it's name. Rudra was getting late and pacing up and down the hall. Continuously scolding Shivaay for not telling Onkara the wrong time as he had instructed him to. Rudra knew his O always took an enormous time to get ready so he had asked Shivaay to give him an hour prior's time instead. But Shivaay had gone straight and told him the facts clearly forgetting about it.
"Sab graduate hoke chale jaayenge, unki shaadi bhi ho jaayegi..do teen ke bacche bhi phir bhi O nahi tayaar honge!"
"That's exaggeration Rudra! " Shivaay pointed out, answering yet another email.
"stop sending emails, bhai graduate anhi hoga toh itni badi company smabhaalne main help kaun karega?"
Shivaay rolled his eyes, suppressing his laugh.
"Chaliye!"
"Arre O ke Nina?"
"Arre O ke room.mein chalo!" He said pulling Rudra to O's room.
There he was in his room, seated at the dressing table ceremoniously combing his hair.
"Dehko Bhaiya!" Rudra complained. "Aise toh kisi dharaawni film mein bhootni bhi Baal nahi banaati Hai!"
"What the..?" Shivaay looked at Rudra.
"Reaction mere ko nahi O ko do!" He turned Shivaay's face to Omkara.
"Will you shut up Rudra! Don't Disturb, Baal kharaab ho jaayenge!"
"Ahaa ahaa..don't disturb...uss Baal ko chodo...is baalak ko dehko...mera graduation Hai Bhai...itni mushkil, mehant aur lagan se finally graduate ho raha hoon! Aur aap Baal ko lekw baith gaye hain.!"
Omkara giggled " mehant Lagan and Rudra!"
Shivaay chuckled, but then getting daggers from Rudra stifled them.
"Om chal naa!" Shivaay spoke.
"Just two minutes!" Omkara requested.
"Yeah kaisa aadmi Hai, yahan bhai ka graduation Hai air yeah iss kange ke saath ...!"
"Call it a comb Rudra! " Shivaay corrected him.
Rudra walked up to Om and took away the comb from his hand.
" Rudra, my comb!" Cries Om as though his life was at stake.
"This comb...I swear aaj yeh rahegi yaan aapke Baal!"
"Aaayyyeee!" Screamed Omkara quickly snatching the comb. He gently caressed it making sure it was alright.
"It's my favorite comb, you idiot."
"Bhai Bhai naa raha,
Comb Comb reh gaya!" Cried Rudra.
Om looked into the mirror delicately putting his lock a little of a inch behind. "Baal kharaab kardiye!"
"O!" Rudra shouted.
"Ru!" Om shouted.
Shivaay felt something missing, "OmRu!" He shouted.
A silence followed as they stared at each other awkwardly.
"Enough guys let's leave !" Said Shivaay looking at his watch.
"Yea please.!" Rudra said impatiently, dragging Om. Who still had his comb in hand.
Rudra noticed it, "Bhaiya, O ko Pyaar ho gaya Hai!"
Om-"What? "
Shivaay-"What!? Kis se?"
Rudra-"Kiss ke baare me pata nahi, par dehko kaise haath chod hi nahi rahe hain!"
Shivaay cockwd up a brow and stared down at Om's Hand to find him securely holding the comb.
Omkara looked like a deer caught in headlights. "I thought I could comb on the way!"
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That day Rudra named the comb Jaaneman!
Coming to JaaduMaai. When JaaduMaai was bought, scratch that, was gifted to Gauri by Omkara, it had found its new home next to Jaaneman.
Jaaneman was known to be Omkara's favorite. He had was a reputable dweller of the expensive dressing table that had been specially bought from Italy by Shivaay as a birthday gift to Omkara. Rudra still scolded Shivaay for that!
After the arrival of JaaduMaai Jaaneman found his reputation falling. The other dwellers of the dressing table would always keep admiring her.
As to how it got it's name.
One evening when the mansion was beautifully decorated for a function, Anika came rushing into Gauri's room. Her Patloo- her thin comb has got stuck into the curls of her hair. Very occasionally did Anika curl her hair and poor lady was now having a terribly hard time. Worse, Shivaay had already moves down. So she had no help at her disposal so she ran all the way from her room to Gauri's with the comb dangling in her hair. Poor Khanna had witnessed the scene and had his eyes out of his sockets. He wondered how he always ended up witnessing the weirdest scenes in the mansion.
Gauri had laughed initially bizzare, but Anika too had giggled. And then frowning she has asked Gauri to help. Gauri had quickly untangled the comb out of her hair and had offered Anika her pink favorite comb. That day a grateful Anika has named the comb "JaaduMai". She was impressed at the way the comb worked on the hair, like magic. Hence the name.
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Now as the stare down continued, between Jaaneman and JaaduMaai the others looked on.
" why don't you both become friends? " suggested Omkara's hairband.
"Yes like we have become!" Spoke cheerfully Gauri's clip lying right beside the hair band.
"She isn't my equal!" Said Jaaneman with pride.
"No. He is a ego head!" Spoke JaaduMaai.
"Om loves me!" He boasted.
"Om loves Gauri more, so he loves me more!" Spoke JaaduMaai jauntily.
And their argument continued, until the morning light.
When the other dwellers woke up from slumber they were astonished at what they witnessed. Jaaneman and JaaduMaai lay entangled, while Omkara and Gauri were busy. They had fought over the dressing table time and were now making up by making out. Dropping their combs that lay entangled.
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Note-
Haven't been around lately. My migraine has got little bad, so had practically restricted time with laptop and phone.
Now that I have started meeting humour at unexpected places, will hopefully update LBC and shots such as these.
No combs please, my dressing table is already overflowing😆
Randomness that pops in my head. Will not furnish more details pertaining to this piece.🤪
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