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"WHEN AAHIL MET SEHER" - AN OS
Aahil walked into their room. Where was Sanam? She was Nowehere to be seen in the hall and now she didn't seem to be in their room either? She knew how he hated it when she was not around when he came home. He spent all day away from her and when he came home, he wanted to see her and just be with her. He started to feel irritated and was about to leave the room to see if she was in the kitchen, when he felt a pair of hands go around his waist!
"Hi Jaan..."
Aahil smiled. So she was here? Where had she been hiding? Maybe she was in the bathroom. He felt his mood improving as he felt her hug him even tighter.
"Hi"...he said huskily. "Where were you?"
"Where I am always...Apke Dil main?"
What? What was that? When had Sanam become a poet? She never said things like that. Chicks man. Who knew what got into them?
"Toh mere Dil seh Nikal Kar Meri Bahomain aao Sanam!"
He can be a poet too!
"Wah Kya Shayari hain ji..I mean JAAN?"
"Aaj Ithana Pyaar kyun Araha hain apko?"
"Apko dhek Kar hamesha Pyaar hi atha hain".
"Really?? Even when I'm Jallad Jin?"
"What? Jallad aur aap? Aap Jin Zaroor hain, Kyon ke aap mere zindagi main Akar Meri wish poori Ki hain Na?? Lekin Jallad? No way!".
Why was she acting like she never heard that name before?
"Sanam baby, are you OK?"
"Of course jaan!".
At that he turned around and took her in his arms. He leaned in and realised that her perfume smelled different. Must be a new thing she is trying. He leaned in further and felt her slide her hands over his chest. His lips lightly burshed hers and he stopped. Something was not right. He looked up and straight into the eyes of the women in his arms!
"Who are you?"
"What?? Who am I? I am your wife".
"No your not. Your not my wife. I don't know who you are and how you look just like her, but you are not Sanam!"
"Are you drunk Aahil?"
"Drunk? I have not been drinking for months and if you where Sanam, you'd know that!"
He stepped right away from her at this point.
"What? Of course I knew that. I was just kidding".
"Look...just stop right there ok? I know your not Sanam. So stop this charade and tell me who the hell you are?? I would know Sanam anywhere. Especially what kissing her feels like and that was not it. So drop the act and tell me who you really are?"
"Wah...manna padega...Kya Ishq hain yaar?"
"What?"
"So looks like you really love your Sanam?? I had a few doubts but I think they have been cleared now".
"Look what the hell is all this? Who are you?"
"Ok...Like, just keep your hair on dude!"
The gall of this chick?
"Keep my... ..what the f***?"
She extended her hand to him and said,
"Seher Siddiqui! Nice to make your aquaintence Mr Aahil Raza Ibrahim. Or should I say... Jijaji?"
"Jijaji? What are you talking about? Who's Jijaji?"
"Mine of course! Isn't the name for the man who marries your sister called "Jijaji?"
"Yes, but I am not married to your sister?"
"Yes you are Mr ARI...you see Seher Siddiqui is the name I use. But I also have another name. "Seher Asad Ahemed Khan".
"What?"
"Yeah... I am your wife's twin!".
"Sanam doesn't have a twin. She is an only child and she only has one cousin, Haya!".
"NO. She is NOT an only child. There were two of us. Always. Sanam and Seher. But we were separated in childhood. My grandmother took Sanam and Haya and moved to Punjab after our parents got killed".
"You mean died in an accident right?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot... You don't know".
"Don't know what?"
"I'll fill you in on the details later. But first I thought I would inform you that your Sanam is fine. She is at Haya's place. She dosent know I am here. I thought it would be fun to come around and see just how far I could take it pretending to be her! The WHOLE house was fooled man! Seriously. Even your brother Rehan?? Cute. In that "Boyscout" sort of way. Had no clue. I heard he used to have a thing for her? But still didn't know I was not her!"
"Your sisters?? Clueless! They seriously are vacant dude. Even your cross dressing housekeeper had no idea! He's funny though. "main Toh hui Chui mui". He is seriously LOL!"
This girl definitely was not Sanam. She talked way too much.
"When is "Sanam" coming home?"
"OMG... I just love the way you say "SANAM". It's the same way she says "AAHIL". Sounds like an organsm!"
"Excuse me?"
"Oops... My bad. Sorry for the potty mouth Jijaji. Looks like I got your delicate ears burning. Not used to this language after being around my prestine and proper sister Sanam ha?"
That got Aahil's back up. "What did this girl think of herself?"
"Sanam is reserved yes. But she is not a prude, if that's what your implying?".
"I am sure she's not one now. Even if she used to be before. I'm quite certain you would have worked the prude right out of her. I've heard about you ARI. You have a reputation!"
"Whatever you've heard, that was all in the past. There is only one women for me now and that is Sanam. She's all I want!"
"Seriously dude, lighten up. I believe you. It's got to be love, coz you knew in two seconds flat I was not YOUR Sanam! True love's kiss and all!"
"You know I used to not believe in this Love Shuv crap. But after meeting you and Sanam I have to say... Maybe there IS something to it after all?? I heard you were a hard partying player, but now it looks like you are totally Sanam's Deewana Ashiq. Good for you and good for her! Congrats!"
She started to move towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"To change out of all this?" She indicated the dupatta and the heavy earnings.
"I have NO idea how Sanam ever gets any action dressed in this stuff. It must take like forever to take all this stuff off!"
"Tell me Seher..?"
"Yeah"...?
"Do you EVER censor yourself?"
"Not usually! I say it like it is dude ok?"
"Unbelievable!"
"Oh no, this is totally the believable bit. Wait till I give you the low down on your "Ammi jaan!"
"MY Ammi? What do you know about her?"
"Everything. I will tell you too. But I'll need a beer. I can't tell this story without a bit of Talli in me!"
"I don't have any beer!"
"Then get some. Send that boyscout Rehan to get it! I think he needs a beer too, and a roll in the hay to boot. At least get him the beer. Least you can do after you took off with his so called "crush!"
With that, she took herself off into the bathroom and the door closed with a resounding click.
Good god! What was that?? Aahil asked himself. Sanam...come home soon baby. Now I have met your evil twin, I really miss you even more. Better get that beer.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a head peaked out from the door.
"Can you also get a pizza while your at it?"
"Anything else Sali Sahiba?" Said Aahil through gritted teeth.
"No that's it. Thank you Jija ji!" Seher said with fake sweetness and closed the door again.
"Thank god I married Sanam!"
"I heard that!" Said the voice from inside the bathroom.
"This is going to be fun!"Seher thought. She liked her beer, but ARI will need all the beer he can get after he hears what she had to say about Tanveer! He was hot though.Lucky Sanam!
THE END
So this was just something I wrote when I was toying with the idea of what it would be like if Seher tried to impersonate Sanam?? It was a funny take on the kind of Tapori character that Seher is. Of course this OS assumes that Sanam and Aahil are a proper couple now!
Hope you liked it! Please leave comments!
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