Inshallah, Khadoos Hitler ko isse koi problem nai hona. Ameen.
I say passing my palms over my face. A faint honk resonated, seconds after which mom called and my phone buzzed at the same time.
"Fahad aagaya hunga Saira!" She called from somewhere in the house.
I yelled a 'ji' in reply, declining the call. Grabbing my bag, I head out of the room, bidding farewell to everyone I met on my way to the front door.
"Aaj roke mat aao ander." Commented Emad. I pull a face at him, exiting Muqaam-e-Ibrahim through the large gate.
My eyes instantly found his already looking me up and down while sitting in the drivers seat. My heartbeat picked up speed, but my walk slowed down, as if waiting for him to give a heads up so I know he is okay with my attire. His head bobbed slightly in approval gesturing me to hop in.
I heaved a sigh of relief. Phew!
With a small smile, I get myself seated saying Salam.
"Walaikumsalam." Imran replied in a sing sang voice. "Khairyat?"
"Alhamdulillah. How are you?" I ask him.
"Zabardast."
A short pause of silence followed, as the engine roared to life and the vehicle drove out onto the main road.
"Aaj kahan jaare apan?" I asked.
"Dekho." Hitler said, his dark intimidating eyes moving to look at me from the mirror.
"Kiya?"
"Jahan apan jaare."
"Oh."
Silence. Only the sound of breathing and the honking of cars.
"Itta sannata kyu hai bhai?" Imran chimed in, glancing at both of us. I shrugged in response, while Hitler payed no heed.
"Ye humare gunge log. Uff!" He said dramatically, before turning in his seat to look at me."Baji, koi song suggestion? Bhaiya se pooche toh he'll say Aashiqui ka, 'bas ek sanam chahiyea', isliyea aapse poochru." I jammed my lips together so I don't let the chuckle out.
"Not really. Koi fast beat play kardo."
"Poochna hi bekar hai." He murmured, shaking his head. Few seconds later, music from the song 'Hairat' flowed into the air.
My fingers drummed against the handrest as the beats song escalated. I jumped in my seat when Imran started singing along. More like yelling the lyrics.
"HAIRAT HAI! HAIRAT HAI!
TU HAI TOH HAR EK LAMHA KHOOBSURAT HAI!"
Damn! My ear.
"HAIRAT HAI! HAIRAT HAI!
TU HAI TOH HAR EK LAMHA KHOOBSURAT HAI!"
He went on.
"Khoi khoi khwaab mein
Chupi chupi khwahishein
Naram si ret pe
Geeli geeli---"
"Jande Imran! Saira ke kaan me se khoon nikalna baakhi hai. Don't stress yourself." Hitler said, successfully cutting him off.
Phew!
"Mere jaisi awaaz nai hai teri." I watched as a smirk grew on his face and a scowl on Imrans.
Alright! I'll give him that.
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