Mannat......A Love Story

3. Pehla Nasha...Pehla Khumaar!!

             Pehla Nasha….Pehla Khumaar

Chahe tum kuch na kaho

Mein ne sun liya

K sathi piyar ka

mujhe chun liya…. Chun liya

mein ne sun liyaa!!!!

 

Pehla nasha… pehla khumar

Naya piyar hai… naya intizar

Ker loon mein kia apna hal

Ae dil-e-beqarar

Mere dil-e-beqarar

Tu he bataaaa

I was humming the song in full swing, and literally dancing in my room holding my t shirt’s sleeve in one hand and the rest of it in the other. Pretending to dance with Hussain when suddenly the door burst open and she entered like sultan rahiiiii in my room.

“What the hell Rida! I was so drowned in the romance… tumhen bhi abhi ana tha” I said making a face and turned the volume down.

“Miss hopeless romantic, I have been calling you for like… like an hour, where the hell have you been?” Rida complaint ignoring my expressions. She was my best friend since childhood.

“I was busy ….” I teased her and said carelessly

“ahaaan! Really? Lemme guess, you must be busy watching these stupid, silly dhoombros” Rida said, crossing her arms and I started glaring her like a lioness

“Ayyy! Don’t you dare han! Don’t call them stupid, they are the best”  said, tying my hair into a pony tail, Rida sat on the bed

“yeah yeah! I know, they are the thieves” Rida has definitely gone mad.

“I demand an explanation” I said firmly, looking at her face

“They have stolen you from us, you can forget my birthday, but you will never ever forget Hussain’s… you can ignore coming to my party but you can never ever miss watching their silly videos…. And yeah! You didn’t pick my call the whole day yesterday, because it was HIS HIGHNESS’ birthday and madam was making a cake for him” Rida actually stood up and gave her a full length lecture. I rolled my eyes

“As if… us ne aa ker wo cake kha lena tha” she added

“Chill dude… chill! You know, anger brings wrinkles” I said controlling my grin

“Mannat please! Am serious, stop this craziness” Rida said, pointing a finger at my face and I looked at it in mock horror

“ohooo! Naraz q hoti ho darling, you know how much I like him and all the dhoombros. I just can’t stop this craziness, it's my second name after all” I hugged her from the back and she rolled her eyes

“Remember, dada ji said once looking at my palm… that I will do something great in life, something that will just change my whole life and the lives of people dear to me.” I said thoughtfully, raising my hands dramatically.

“And you think, this loving dhoombros and going crazy after Hussain Asif is THAT great thing your dada ji talked about?” Rida asked sarcastically and I smacked her head

“tum jese dost hon na Rida Bakhtawar… to dushmano ki kia zaroorat” I said making a sad face and she hugged me…..

“You are such a thing Mannat!... I just hope one day this Mr Hussain Asif would get to meet you. He deserves to know that somewhere in the world, there is a crazyhead fan of his, who can do anything for him” Rida said I smiled ear to ear at her