Zimmedari

The hypocrite plan

(Haider was holding a cigarette in his hand and Sameer was drinking water)

Haider: *smoke* i have one amazing plan Sam.

Sameer: kesa plan boss? *Gulp water*

Haider: mein uss Ayaan ko Sunday pe invite karunga, aur woh yaha aaega, usey ana hoga, and then mein apne sarey revenge lelunga Zidane se. (Smirk)

Sameer: ek minute...Ayaan ko yaha lane se, Zidane ka kya Lena Dena? (Confused)

Haider: *crushing cigrette at the table* Lena Dena hai, woh tumhe pata chal jaega. (Psycho tone)

(Sameer was not sure about his plan but he thought something is not normal about Haider nowadays)

Sameer: *trying to avoid* accha, mein chalta hu... Baad mei milte hai.

(Haider nodded and Sameer went from there)

At Malik villa:

Maid: *knocking at Ayaan's door* chote sahab neeche aajaye khane ke liye.

Ayaan: *looking at clock* Eh, raat hogayi, bohot jaldi time chala Gaya.

Maid: jii, aapko Zain sahab bula rahe hai dinner ke liye.

Ayaan: oki, aya mein. *cutely*

(Maid nodded and went from there)

Ayaan: *looking at mirror* ye mera 8th time hai mirror dekhte hue, kya karu... Iss mark ko kese hatau... Kitna pain horaha hai... *He hissed touching it*

Ayaan: *excitedly* Idea! (Searching for the cream which Zidane was applying to him) Huh.. kya woh apne saath le Gaye the woh cream... Appi se Jake puchu...

(He left his room and went towards Sarah's room, but didn't find her and thought she must be down for dinner, then he thought a little and took few steps towards Zidane's room)

Ayaan: *unsure* jau..ya..nahi, uhmm chala jaata hu. (He walked towards his room, slightly opened his door and looked here and there confirming no one is there, he silently went inside opened one drawer near his bed)

Ayaan: *searching* yaha bhi nhi dikh Raha.

(Suddenly he heard the door open sound from the bathroom, he looked in the direction and saw Zidane coming out from the bathroom wearing a light hoodie and light trousers, with a hair dryer looking too charming)

(Zidane's eyes felt towards Ayaan making Ayaan gulped, Ayaan was about to take a fast run from there but Zidane spoke)

Zidane: *cold* Why are you here without my permission?

Ayaan: *cursing his fate in mind*

Zidane: Answer me. (Little loud)

Ayaan: h-ha mein w-woh...(thinking what to answer)

Zidane: you what? (Drying his hair)

Ayaan: *courageous* mujhe koyi shoq nahi hai aapke room mei ane ka, mein toh bas yaha w-woh...(he started searching for any stupid object which could save him from getting caught)

(Suddenly he found balm at Zidane's bed)

Ayaan: y-ye lene aya tha... Bhaiya ko sar dard hora tha na t-toh unhone kaha aapke room mei hogi ye balm....

Zidane: accha? Leli balm? (Ayaan nodded) Chalo out now.

(Ayaan who was going out with very slow steps, still searching for the ointment)

Zidane: wait. (Taking out something from his bed's corner)

(Ayaan looked behind at him, Zidane signalled him to come towards him)