My Khadoos Kidnapper

Chapter Five

He widened his eyes in shock. I just left from there without making any eye contact with him. I was waiting in my room for him by murmuring
"Kya kardiya yn tune. Unko apne paas sone ke liye bula liya? Kyu? Kyuki unka AC kharab hai. Unka toh sab kuch hi kharab hai. Dimagh AC shakal sab kuch. Shakal waise itni buri bhi nahi hai. Bas.. "
"Kiski shakal ki baat ho rahi hai?" A voice made me shiver.
"Aap.. Mai toh bas aise hi" I said sighing in relief.
He nodded and made his way on the bed and layed on the right side.
"Woh side meri hai aap dusri side sojaiyye" I said in an irritated manner.
"Ab toh mai isi side pe sounga" He said with a smirk
"Aap na sachi mein Bohat khadoos hai" I said without thinking
"Khadoos? What's that?" he said by giving me a confuse look
"Aapko khadoos ka matlab nahi pata?" I asked him trying to hide my smile.
He gestured a NO.
I wanted to laugh so hard but I controlled. I went near him and laid on the other side.
"Aapki hobbies kya hai?" I asked
"Meri.. " he was about to say but I interrupted "Pata hai mujhe. Logo ko kidnap karna. Aapko toh ek book likhni chahiye, logo ko kidnap karne ke ek sau ek (101) tareekhe (ways).
Right?" I said grinning from ear to ear. He gave me a deadly look. I made an apology face. "Meri koi hobbies nahi" he said
I asked with a shock on my face "Kya? Aapki Koi hobbies nahi hai? Meri toh bohat saari hobbies hai. Jaise, singing, dancing, acting and my most favourite is writing"
"Writing? Mera ek assignment hai woh likh dogi tum?" he asked
"Nahi buddhu. Wo writing nahi." I said placing my hand on my head.
"Writing toh writing hoti hai. Aisi waisi kya?" he again asked
"Writing means, stories likhna, songs likhna aur kabhi kabhi dialogues bhi" I said winking.
"Woh toh mai first day hi dekh chuka hoon" he said with a cute smile on his face.

This feeling was something different which I haven't felt. Riyaz's smile, his anger and the whole him is just something unique. He is not only a person, he is an emotion. I slept while these thoughts were running in my mind. The other day I woke up, Riyaz was not there beside me. I stood up and went towards the kitchen and sighed in relief after seeing him.
"Good morning" I shouted from a distance.
He smiled.
"Aapne mera guitar dekha kya kahi pe?" I asked him
"I think it is in the store room" he said still busy in cooking.
I freshened up and went towards the store room. I found the guitar and was coming out of the room when suddenly Riyaz came and my Guitar slipped. Riyaz's eyes widened.
"Me.. Mera.. Gui...Guitar" I said stammering when I saw my guitar broke as it slipped out of my hand and fell downstairs.
"This was just an accident. I haven't done anything intentionally.. " Riyaz was trying to explain me but I was so broken. Tears made their way down my cheeks. I went downstairs and took the guitar. Riyaz again came to me and was trying to say something but I interrupted saying "Riyaz, please leave me alone"

I went upstairs and sat on the bed with my guitar saying "This was my favourite guitar. I will never ever forgive him for this. He's not a nice guy. I hate him. I hate him."
"Yn, try and understand. It's just a guitar" Riyaz said in a cool way
I got more angry and stood up. I widened my eyes in anger, went near him and said in a tight voice "It was not just a guitar Mr. Riyaz Aly. It was the partner of my life. Whenever I feel sad, low, happy or excited, it was always there with me. It isn't like humans who say that hum tumhare saath hai but doesn't mean it. What have you done? What have you done? What have you.. " and I started hitting him on his chest by tears rolling down.
"Yn, yn" he said and hugged me. I was still crying when suddenly...

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                                  ~Fatima Aly