QH OS : A Chance Encounter...

Aahil staggered out of the hotel suite, his head pounding. It was a strange detached feeling; he didn't want to think about what had just happened last night, just that he needed to take Ammi home. She had taken a fall and twisted her ankle, going to the dargah was out of the question.

What the hell happened last night? Why was that Sanam in bed with me? Her hands were on me...

Why can't I remember anything???

He staggered to the counter, accidentally bumping into people in haste.

"Hey! Whoa whoa! Are you okay Dude?" a girl caught on to his arm, "Here, hold on to the counter.."

"I need to check out, now. I'm fine really. Please let go of my arm..."

"Hey mister, I'm just trying to help. You were bulldozing into people there...Least you could say is thank you..." she said indignantly.

Aahil ignored her and turned away to wait for the hotel concierge.

"Whoa... What have we here? Had a busy night did we? " the girl-woman teased.

"Huh? Wha-?" Aahil frowned severely.

"You have a lil something right there. Awful shade of berrylicious. ...You know...? Lipstick?? Yeah, you might wanna wipe that off..."

Aahil started rubbing his neck furiously as though he had found something contagious.

"Yep, right there. Rub that one hard. Oh, do i see another peeking out round that side?.."

Aahil started scrubbing himself like he had bugs crawling all over him...

"Dude, really...you don't look so good. Are you okay?"

"What's it to you anyway? Just leave me be..."

"Oh my GOD, are you crying ? You ARE!..."

"Dude... Chill okay... what happened?"

"No, Shut it. I am not crying , WHO are you anyway?? Unbelievable...!"

"Did you get harassed? Oh God... were you? You must speak UP!! It'll be alright! Trust me..."

"It's..a..It's.a..."

"I understand this can be very embarrassing, but trust me... "

It's complicated okay..."

"Oh man, were you SEXUALLY harassed??"

"Whatt!?.. NO!"

"You can tell me! "

"NO!? I w-"

"I know the Law! I can help you!"

Aahil stopped to look the girl over , wondering which strange place she crawled out of.

"So, You weren't harassed..?"

A pause...

"I ... I don't know...maybe..."

"So, you DID have a busy night then?" she said wagging her eyebrows.

"I can't remember anything..."

"What do you mean, you can't remember anything? You mean, like VooDoo? Black magic? DRUGS !!" she gasped theatrically.. "Dude, did you drink any weird looking orange juices? Speaking of VooDoo, the maintenance staff were talking about some creepy toed woman who turned an entire village into zombies somewhere here... Scary stuff man.!! "

She noticed she was the only one talking...

"Dude... oh my God. Can't you tell? You know.. if you did the deed?"

"I honestly have no idea. Zilch."

"Like,... is there any proof? Anything? ... Wait !! YOUR BODY !!"

"Well I woke up with my shirt off..."

"Take off your shirt HURRY !!"

"WHAT?! NO!? Stop that!!"

"Must find those lipstick marks.. get the DNA, and find your culprit! Quick! Evidence must be preserved!"

"Stop unbuttoning my shirt will you!?"

"I'll defend you mister ! Don't worry, Qaide aur Qanun... Have trust in the Law...oooh your shirt... I accidentally ripped it off...Now you can't wear this shirt anymore..."

"Now look what you've done! Now, I've to stand here like this !!"

"Ohh my... Look at that..."

"Stop that! You're making me uncomfortable... God, I forgot! I must get Ammi home quick.."

The receptionist came by, "Mr. Aahil, a Miss Sanam Ahmed Khan came looking for you last night and I showed her to your suite... "

Aahil just stood shock still, unable to believe his ears. What did Sanam see? Why isn't she here now?

"Sanam? So she is the one??"

"No, Sanam is my wife. No, she's at home. I mean, she was supposed to be... This one is another Sanam..."

"Wait... What? Your Wife did this to you?.. Wait... There's ANOTHER Sanam?? Wait which one is your wife? This is so confusing..."

"Believe me. My life is so weird. They both are my wives..."

"Berrylicious Sanam, or Sanam who came looking for you...? They're BOTH your wives?" she gasped incredulously.

"Unfortunately..."

"And the SAME name??..." she took a half step back and looked at him afresh..

" Dude..."

Aahil held his head like the incredulity of the situation just dawned on him.

"Dude, is this like a thing? You marry every Sanam you can find??"

Aahil looked at her blankly... No , mum made me marry both..."

"Dude...! So your mum has the name fetish?"

"Are you nuts? I Love Sanam !"

"Yeah, sure. I'm nuts. And you have two wives with the same name... Oh.. and your mum got you married to both.. Yep. Nuts. So, me..."

"It's complicated..."

"So you love Sanam?"

" I do, really.. she's my soulmate..."

"Dude... They're BOTH Sanam. Who are you talking about?"

"Get with the programme. Not this one here. The other one..."

"Which is this, and which is that? "

Aahil looked at the girl exasperatedly and said, "Not Berrylicious..."

The girl broke into mad laughter at the way he said the silliest word ever. Her laugh was so infectious that his face broke into an unwilling smile despite his dire circumstance.

"Dafuq man! How did you get in this mess...?" she managed between slapping her knee.

"I'm kinda mad at my Sanam, so I'm not speaking to her..."

"Aren't they both kinda yours?"

"Shut up.. Not this one. The one at home..."

"I shut up? You're the one with 2 Sanams. One for home, and one for outside of home?"

"I thought you were a smart law student or something? I seriously doubt it..."

"Did I say I was? When? Dude.. I'm a doctor...I only said I know the Law..."

"Doc, can a man do the deed and be unconscious? I mean, get it up and all?" he had the grace to look embarrassed.

"Well, after doing the deed you could be... While doing it, no of course not! What is this? Black Magic? VooDoo?"

"Now, you're being ridiculous!"

"Are you mocking me? Mocking science?"

"No! But how did I do it with my pants on? "

"HOW WOULD I KNOW!??"

"Argh, my head hurts... Now my Sanam saw me like that..."

"Listen Mister, if you're done. I have a room to check in to..."

"Help me !? She'll leave me? I swear I only love her! Not Berrylicious..."

"Dude, you need help... Go see a doctor.. Oh wait, that's me... darn..!"

"What do I tell my Sanam? I promised I'd never cheat on her... I Love her !!" Aahil's face creased with the intense desperation that touched a chord with the girl. She took pity on him.

"Dude.. just forget this happened...just go tell her... you love her... forget..."

But alas, the girl's attention was easily distracted by the display of pectoral muscles before her. I mean, are they even real? What do they feel like? Her face displayed her intent clearly.

"I'll do that... Forget this happened... Hey, you owe me a shirt. Give.."

Before she could stop him he opened her suitcase and found a shirt that said, I'm sexy and I know it!

"Don't you have anything better? Something that unbuttons to mid chest?"

"Dude, you're better off shirtless. Your Sanam needs all the distractions you can give her..."

"I can't walk around like this?! Next you'll suggest I go around in a maroon towel..Gimme that shirt.. By the way Doc, what's your name?"

"Mine? Why it's Sanam!" and she collapsed into a fit of giggles while an unimpressed Aahil watched.

"Bad joke man... you're evil..."

"Okay fine... It's..."

"Look, I just wanna send you flowers okay. Not propose marriage..."

"Thank you flowers? Please... Give me your name. I'll send you my bill..."

Aahil chuckled, "Well, I kind of needed this weird conversation...Thanks.."

"So why are you still standing here? Scared huh?"

"Kind of. She'll leave me if I cheated on her..."

"Good. You should be scared. That's for wanting to keep both Sanams..."

He looked at the random girl-woman he'd probably never see again.

"Word of advice? Keep the one you want. Lose the other..."

"Easier said than done Doc..but thanks I'll try.."

"Who said life is easy?"

"I need to go, thanks for the shirt."

"Keep it, it looks better on you anyway..."

"You sure your name isn't Sanam?" Aahil chuckled.

"Haaa.. you wish !?"

Aahil chuckled and gave her a wave...

"Okay then, you have a good day ..."

And the strangers parted ways, a chance encounter at an intersection of two lives.

The End...