As his eyes kneel on their concentric circles of jealousy...a wave of artificiality and narcisism touches his black skin of swirls with her highlighted bright pink enamel , which his hoarse , and arrogant mask and irritated nature dismisses..."WHAT PART OF 'I'M NOT INTERESTED DO YOU KNOW UNDERSTAND?!?!?"
THE FAKE AND decorated piece of parcal , labelled "T" recomposes herself and claims : "oh please. tumhe kya lagta hai mein tum par interested hoon? mein ladko ke peechey nahi bhaagti. T is too hot for college guys. main sirf tumhe ek pact dene aayi thi ...piya aur kabir ab college ke hottest couple ban gaye hain. ..aur mein chahti hoon ke hum dono pretend kare ke hum ek couple hai taaki hum un dono ko unke low standards dikha sakey."
The mass of ridgid and raw cliff begins to vent out its dormant lava out of his stoned jaw...before the fake present disguised in pink pretty bows , purs " come on abhay ...mein jaanti hoon ke tum piya ko kaise dekhte ho." and his raw anger takes a dive and replaces emotional turmoil midst it instead...and swiftly brings back the composed measure of emotons upon his face within a second...his pseudo arrogance beholding : " agar koi aur bakwaas idea tumhe aaye..toh mujhe mail kar dena . MAIN USSEY SPAM MEIN DAAL DOONGA."*scene shifts to the locke room , where we spot a firghtened maya and a composed abhay.*
"piya mujhse bauhaut saare savaal pocch rahi hai , abhay. I just don't know what to tell her. "
" Uska toh kaam hi hai logo ki life mein interfere karna."
"You are not answerable to her . Ussey kuch kehene ki zaroorat nahi hai."
the plateaus speak out these words of hostility and yet the eyes destine their vision two meters from their position...as those supernatural eyes of instinctive stigma feels and connects a pixie headed wild flower with noir spendrils of hair eavesdropping behind a wall of steel..which engages his pseudo sarcasm to an increased far fetched use...
"She's a horrible girl. Uska nah toh ki class hai , naa koi taste hai."
As he is purposely emanating those words his steps increase towards her direction while her eyes are flowing in the stream of hurt with her delicate petal mouth fuming.
"Naa uska koi dimaag hai! Nafrat karta hoon mein ussey!"
*his iron branched hand holds her milky , live slate of skin hard to bring her in front of him . *
" Dekha? Isiliye mei tumse nafrat karta hoon! Tumhari in hi sab hadkaton ki wajeh se! Kyun chup chup kar humari baatein sun rahi thi...What the hell do you want?"
" mein chaathi hoon ke tum ussey fairly treat karo!"
"tumne uske saath bauhaut rudely behave kiya hai..bauhaut hurt kiya hai aur bauhaut hurt kar rahe ho!!" "aur maya? tumhe kya ho gaya hai? kab tak jhoot bologi? tumhi ne toh kaha tha ke tum kisi abhay raichand ko nahi jaanti ho? aur abhi issey kya baatein kar rahi thi? aur haan . mein tumhari baatein sun rahi thi sirf tumhe help karne ke liye! taki mein sabko baata sakoon ke yeh kitna baara jerk hai!!!!!!!!!!!!! maya maine sochatha ki jab tum apne senses mein aaogi toh mujhe sab bataa dogi! par tumne nahi bataaya...i know woh yahi ladka hai jisne tumhe pregnant karke chod diya. Maya ab tum iske jhaase mein mat aao! don't listen to him. he is just a sick guy! "
"mein sick hoon! bura hoon!! toh tumhe ussey kya lena dena?!?! kyun tum mujhe baar baar har jaga chase karti reheti ho."
oh , piya...how would you ever answer that now..you did nnot even begin to answer this to yourself..and thus the pixie quickly made the shield of having a boyfriend..the very boyfriend who she cannoteven think of feeling , lovving or touching..yet she needed to run away from him and more importantly , from herself somehow , right? and she does.
"Mr. abhay raichand. mujhe tumhe chase karne ki kopi zaroorat nahi hai. mera ek boyfriend hai. alright? aur mujhe toh lagta hai mein tumhe nahi , tum mujhe chase karte rehete ho! ek ladki ki life spoil karke doosri ladkiyon pe try maar rahe ho? i'm sorry par mein tumhe bauhaut aacchey se jaanti hoon..aur tumse bilkul impress nahi hoti hoon!"
"oh , really?" with that signature smirk of course ;).
"oh yes! and please excuse me now. mera boyfriend mera intezaar kar raha hai , and luckily he is not a jerk like you! "
*as you see piya trotting towards maya...a big sneer of a smirk rplaces those ice cold figments of dead flesh and the sediments within those cheekbones appear heavily amused as he leans himself upon the locker with two arms crossed.*
"maya please i beg of you..poori duniya ko iski sachaayi bata do. don't let him exploit you! maya mein tmuhara pain samajh sakti hoon. magar jo tumhare saath hua hai..woh doosri ladkiyon ke saath mat hone dena...don't let hm exploit the other girls..."
*his face in up trned and appears more amused than ever.*
"aur main jaanti hoon ke woh doosri ladkiyon ke saath aisa hi karega!! cause that's the kind of a guy he is."
oh , my pixie ...you are convincing yourself more than maya..aww <3
as she leaves..the sarcasm overflows to the brooke of his stony face giving his signature sarcasm in action. "thank you!"
Cricket
Anupamaa
