Koh-e-Noor

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[zakhm pe marham? tere naina.
phoolom pe shabnam? tere naina.
jag bhoole bhoole? tere naina.
dil jhoole jhoole? tere naina.]

I walked to his room and he followed me there only to get a grip of my wrist and try to unscrew or dislocate it.

I screamed and hit the door with my other hand after hitting him.

"Khaao Atif Aslam ki kasam abbhi kamra waisa kar ke do gi jaisa maine chhorra tha."

I twisted my neck to look behind me, into his eyes, "Tumhaari kasam abbhi itni zor se maaroon gi naa tumhain itni ghalat jagaah pe ke kabbhi zindagi mein aankh uttha ke nahin dekho ge mujhe,"

He let go of my hand very calmly.

Itni asaani se ddarr gayaa?

I watched his furrowed brows above those brown eyes that matched with the furniture of Anza's room, "What do you use on your hair?"

"Huh?"

"Haan huh nahin, sawaal poochha hai, jawaab do."

"Kyun mashwaraa chaahiye? Baal jharr rahe hain? Meri itni badduaaein khaao ge toh yeh toh ho ga." I shrugged.

His long eyelashes detached from his brows when his eyes went down towards the mess, and unable to bear it anymore, he started picking his clothing items up by himself. His mood appeared to look much better for some reason.

I sat down on the sidetable and watched him, thinking of doing something to annoy him, when my eyes went to my blanket.

"Yeh yahaan kyaa kar rahaa hai?" I asked and he followed my eyes.

"Araam kar rahaa hai. Kehta hai tumhaare kamre mein harr waqt shor hota hai, wahaan dil nahin lagta iss ka."

"Hahahahahaha, comedy show chal rahaa hai yahaan toh. Free mein hai yaa iss ke paise lein ge aap?"

"Nahin, yeh free ka hi hai. Social service."

"Shukar, kyun ke chillar nahin hai mere paas."

The dumbass didn't get the reference.

I rolled my eyes and yawned, getting bored. "Aur bataao, aur kis kis cheez se tang hote ho tum?"

"Dafaa ho yahaan se," he said with the charger he just picked from the floor in his hands.

I looked up at him, "Tameez se,"

He pushed the charger into the socket by my side.

"Coffee banaa do ge?" I asked and I was expecting a sarcastic reply but he nodded instead, and I worried, kaheen expired boxes hi naa istamaal kar de.

"I was just going to make one for myself," he said, walking to his desk.

"Oh, haan, haina? You need one too. Kyun ke yeh toh lamba chalne waala hai."

"Kyaa lamba chalne waala hai?"

"Tum abbhi sab saaf karo ge, main phir kharaab karoon gi," I said and saw him pause and get stiff, "tum phir saaf karo ge, main phir kharaab karoon gi."

"Tum haath lagaa ke dikhaao. Zindagi mein kabbhi doobaara kuchh aisa kiya toh iss khirki se hoodie nahin, tum lattak rahi ho gi."

My eyes instinctively blinked a bit more than the normal, "Yeh tareeqa hai kisi larki se baat karne ka?"

"Yeh manners hain uss so called larki mein?"

"Tumhain saat din koyi lagaataar tang karta rahe ga karta rahe ga toh tum kyaa karo ge?"