~~~ Teesra jhooth ~~~
His train had arrived on the plateform. Dragging the trolley bag with him he was walking towards the train. Meanwhile he felt the vibrations of his cellphone. he took out his cellphone from his pocket and took a glance at the caller ID and received the call.
"Han Rishabh..."
As he began to talk, the caller cut him in between.
"Daya, mere bhai kaha hai tu? Kab se call kar raha hu yaar. Tera phone not reachable aa raha hai" He sounded annoyed.
"Yaar rishabh, main platform pe hu. Dehradoon express samne khadi hai. Bas train me baithne bhar ki der hai, ab seedhe tujhse milke hi baat karta hu. Chal abhi rakhta hu." Saying this daya was about to cut the call but rishabh stopped him.
"Are bhai, aise kaise rakhta hu. Pehle meri baat sun, dekh meri shadi me aa raha hai tu. Please apni wo cid ki duty wahi bhool kar aana. Ek boring cid officer nahi ekdum cool dude bankar aana." Rishabh said in a warning style.
"Cool dude? Wo kya hota hai?" Daya smirked.
"Are yaar, I mean, cool dude matlab Jo bande, kone me akele chupchap khade nahi rehte, balki dhamaal karte hain. Ladkiyon se baat karne me sharmaate nahi balki apni bato se ladkiyon ko sharmane par majboor kar dete hain. Just like meeee." Rishabh said stressing on 'me'.
"Like you? Flirt?" Daya nodded his head approaching his compartment.
"Ha bhai, kya burai hai flirting me? Dekh agar khoobsurat ladkiyon ko dekhke unse flirt na karo to ye unki insult hoti hai. Aur tu to janta hai main ladkiyon ki insult kabhi nahi karta." Rishabh said chuckling.
"Tu nahi sudharega!" Daya said laughing at him.
"Achha sun, ye bata, tere co-passengers me koi ladki hai kya." Rishabh asked mischievously.
"What?" Daya said looking at the train chart
"Are bata na" rishabh asked again.
"Ummm...han ek ladki hai to" Daya said reading the information of the passengers in his coach..
Are waah, kya age kya hai uski?" Rishabh asked in excitement.
"Yaar, rishabh... Tu na bas... Its 24!" Daya told unwillingly after seeing her age in the chart.
"Oh that's great dude, matlab chance hai. Ab meri baat dhyan se sun. Agar tu khud ko mera dost manta hai to, aaj raat bhar me is ladki ko pata kar dikha." Rishabh said challenging him.
"What nonsense! Ye behuda harkate mujhse nahi hogi. " daya said annoyingly .
"Are mere bhai, try to maar. Itna handsome hai tu, kya karega apne good looks ka , achaar dalega, tere upar to koi bhi ladki flat ho sakti hai?" Rishabh scolded him.
"But yaar, kya guarantee hai ki wo single hi hogi, ho sakta hai uska boyfriend ho, shadi shuda bhi ho sakti hai." Daya said trying to make him understand.
"Dekh bhai, sirf ladki se matlab rakh. Boyfriend ho ya husband ho isse hume kya matlab. Bas flirt karne se matlab hona chahiye, dude!" Rishabh said chuckling.
"Ye sab mujhse nahi hoga, tere liye kuch bhi kar sakta hu, par ye ladkiyon wala challenge mere se nahi hoga." Daya said nodding his head in no.
"Tujhe meri kasam daya." Rishabh said stubbornly.
"Yaar tu pitwayega mujhe." Daya said tiredly.
"Daya, just try, easy lage to carry on, aur agar lage ki ladki tough hai, iske sath apna kuch nahi hone wala to bas stop. Samjha, isi bahane Teri thodi practice bhi ho jayegi, aakhir meri shadi me kitni ladkiyon se milega tu, kya pata Teri bhi baat pakki ho jaye. Main tere jaisa handsome hota to roj dus ladkiyan pata kar dikhata, aur tu hai ki bas sharmata rehta hai." Rishabh said encouraging him.
"Bas bas bahut ho gaya tera han, abhi rakhta hu main, baad me baat karta hu." Daya said getting inside his compartment.
He had got a lower berth. He found it and fitted his bag under the seat. He was about to sit down when someone said.
"Aa gaye aap, aap hi ka wait kar rahi thi main. Aapko to meri yaad aati nahi. Kaha the ab tak."
Daya surprisingly looked up only to find a girl with shoulder length hair was talking with a sweet smile.
Daya looked here and there"Ji main?" He asked confusingly.
"Han baba aap hi se baat kar rahi hu main. Aap bahut badal gaye ho, aise koi karta hai kya. Itne dino se koi phone bhi nahi kiya, aapko meri yaad bhi nahi aati hogi waha Mumbai me." She said complaining sweetly.
Daya didn't know what to say. "Umm..excuse me."
"No excuses ok" she shouted with an angry glance.
"Sorry?" Daya said totally confused.
"Ab sorry bolne se koi fayda nahi, mujhe aapse koi baat nahi karni, chaliye, sandhya didi ko phone deejiye." She said tucking her hair behind her ears.
"Sandhya didi?" Daya asked confusingly.
Now the girl turned to him, "shhhhh " she signalled him to keep quiet and shown him her earphone covered by her hairs.
Now daya realized that actually she was talking to someone else on phone. He gave an embarrassed smile to her, took the bed role and started preparing his bed.
"Han didi, jeeju ko bolo main unse bahut naraj hu. Itne dino se mujhse baat tak nahi ki unhone. Mumbai aane do mujhe phir batati hu.
"Achha.. Riya kaisi hai? Aur auntie ka operation achhe se ho gaya na?"
"Achha suno, maine rajma chawal banana Sikh liya."
"Aur aapko pata hai, wo Natasha thi na, wo Canada shift ho gayi, puri family ke sath."
Daya converted his berth in a comfortable bed listening her nonstop talks. He kept stealing glances at her. He was waiting for her conversation to come to an end.
"Achha, abhi main rakhti hu. Chalo bye take care." she said finally disconnecting the call.
"Ye sandhya di bhi na, kitni baate karti hain." She murmured checking the call duration in her cellphone.
Daya looked at her. She was a girl with dusky complexion. Not very fair but her skin was glowing and attractive. She had black silky shoulder length hair. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless kurta, wrapping a stole around her neck. She was not very beautiful but had really unique features. Her eyes were really large and beautiful. On top of that a linear stroke of her kajal was making her eyes more and more expressive. She was keeping her cellphone in her handbag, but accidentally dropped it down.
Now daya came out of trance realizing he was staring at her for so long.
"Shit" she exclaimed and bent to pick it up but daya already picked it up and forwarded towards her.
She took the cellphone from his hand and uttered a "thanks" without even properly looking at him.
But it made daya feel bad. He knew he was a good looking and dashing hunk, young girls used to stare at him with desirous eyes. But this girl simply ignored him.
"Kaun hai ye ladki, jisne dobara mudkar mujhe nahi dekha.! " he thought and looked at her.
"Umm...nice handset, neeche girne ke baad bhi tuta nahi." He said with an unnecessary smile. And cursed himself for saying such a stupid thing.
The girl glanced at him and just gave a short smile in reply. She took out a magazine, turned on the reading light and started reading.
Daya recalled what rishabh said. "Should I try to flirt with her? But mujhe nahi lagta ye mujhe bhaw dene wali hai. She is looking like a small town girl." He thought and took out his headphones.
"Be a cool dude." He thought as rishabh said and turned on the music.
He started enjoying the music, while she was busy in her magazine.
"Woow... Shreya you are just awesome, love you! " daya exclaimed cheerfully enjoying the music.
But he made the girl shocked. She kept the magazine aside and looked at him. "Excuse me? Kya kaha aapne?" She said glaring at him.
Daya noticed her talking to him, he removed his headphones and turned to her with a smile. "Yes?"
"Maine pucha aapne kya kaha?" She asked in a little bit angry voice.
"Maine? maine kya kaha?" Daya asked totally confused.
"Aapne mera naam liya!" She said angrily.
"Aapka naam? Nahi to, waise aapka naam kya hai?" He asked, but just then remembered there was a girl named shreya in the passenger list.
"Shreya!" She shouted.
"Oh.., actually, I was listening to Shreya Ghoshal, my favorite. See..." Saying this, he turned on the speaker.
"Jadu hai nasha hai, madhoshiyan hain..."
Now the girl, shreya, couldn't hide her smile. "Oh, I am so sorry, mujhe laga aap.. Anyway, she is my favorite too... Aur ye gana bhi mujhe bahut pasand hai." She said feeling awkward.
Seeing her talking freely, daya again recalled what rishabh said. "Be a cool dude, Jo ladkiyon se baat karne me sharmate nahi hain."
"Hmm..its the right time, she has started talking to me. I think I should try. But how? Are kuch nahi, bas jaise rishabh karta hai, bas, faltu ki bakbak hi to karni hai. Kuch bhi bolte raho bas ladki ke samne chup nahi rehna hai." He thought and looked up at shreya.
"Waise aapne ye movie dekhi hai?" He asked though he himself had not seen that and had no idea about the movie he was talking about.
"Han, achhi movie hai." Shreya said awkwardly.
"Are ye to meri favorite movie hai, kam se kam 20 baar dekhi hogi maine. Ek ek scene mujhe itna pasand hai na, kya batau. Jab bhi bore hota hu to yahi movie dekhta hu main, bas mood fresh ho jata hai." Daya was speaking nonstop about the movie and shreya was looking at him with horrified expressions.
(Guys, it's the movie, "Jism" starring John and bipasha, full of bold intimate scenes. Now you can guess shreya's expressions. Lol)
Shreya jerked her head and passed a fake smile to him.
"Aapko bhi pasand hogi ye movie.?" Daya said with a broad smile.
"Ji, but utni nahi , jitni aapko pasand hai." Shreya said throwing a disgusting look at him.
Daya tried really good but then he had no idea what to talk about further.
"Ahem.." He cleared his throat, "by the way, I am daya. Main ek..." He was about to tell his identity but then recalled what rishabh had said, "a boring cid officer" , so he decided to hide his identity, "main ek software engineer hu." He said with a wide smile.
"Oh wow, I am shreya deekshit, aur main... " she paused and thought, "I am working as a trainee cid officer. No, kya jarurat hai batane ki. Cid ka naam sunkar excitement me aur sawal puchne lagega." She decided to tell a lie to him, "main ek dance teacher hu. Bachho ke school me." She said smiling.
"That's great, I too love dancing." He said staring at her with a smile. "Waise aap ja kaha rahi hain, I mean, dehradoon ja rahi hain, but kis kaam se?" He asked extending the conversation.
Shreya thought, "kya ise ye batana jaroori hai ki main apni friend ki shadi attend karne ja rahi hu. Kuch bhi bol do, kya fark padta hai." She came out of her thoughts.
"Wo, actually, main yaha ek workshop attend karne aayi hu, ki bachcho ke andar chupe dance ke talent ko kaise nikhara jaye." She said smiling, "aur aap kaha ja rahe hain?"
Daya thought, "kya batana jaroori hai ki main apne dost ki shadi me nachne ja raha hu? Kuch bhi bol do kya fark padta hai." He came out of his thoughts.
"Main to yaha ek company ke HR se Milne ja raha hu, ek naye software Ki design hai mere paas, wahi dikhane. Just hope ki unhe ye pasand aa jaye." Daya said hopefully.
They were just talking and talking, when a fat and ugly man entered the coach. Both looked at him. He too looked at first daya, and then at shreya. He had got the side berth. Rest of the seats were empty.
He occupied his berth and went to sleep. Daya and shreya continued their chatting. Suddenly the man started snoring loudly.
It was unbearable for shreya. Daya found her making faces, he glared that man. He got up and pulled the curtains enclosing both of them inside and leaving the sleeping man in the corridor.
"Thanks, its better now." Shreya said with a sigh of relief.
Daya sat down. After some minutes daya felt hungry. He called the attendant, and ordered food.
Soon the food arrived. He opened the packets and looked at shreya. "Aapko bhookh nahi lagi." He asked looking at her.
"Ji, main ghar se khana lekar aayi hu." She said and took out her large hot case. Daya looked at her in disbelief. Shreya caught His stare.
"Aap yahi soch rahe honge na itna bada tiffin kiske liye, main itni bhukkhad nahi hu, but kya karu, maa ka bas chale to aise 4 boxes aur de de mujhe." She said laughing and opened her lunch box. Daya too laughed with her.
She looked at daya and found that he was not enjoying the railway food.
"Ye railway ka khana, mujhe pasand nahi, namak, masala kuch pata hi nahi chalta. By the way, aap mera tiffin kyun nahi share karte." She said smiling.
Daya looked at her, "no no... Its ok."
"Are baba, maine isme behoshi wali dawa nahi dali hai, Jo aap ko behosh karke aapke samaan lekar bhaag jaungi." She said smirking.
Daya laughed at her, "nahi aisi baat nahi hai, main to bas." He said hesitating a bit.
"Are leejiye na." Shreya said and forwarded her plate towards daya.
"Aap ye plate leejiye, mete paas dusri plate hai." She said handing over the plate to him.
Daya happily accepted the offer and started enjoying the delicious food items.
"Hmm..aap jaroor joint family se hogi right, ?" He asked licking his fingers.
"Aapko kaise pata?" Shreya asked surprisingly.
"Single meal me itni sari variety ek joint family wale ghar me hi mil sakti hai." Daya said smiling.
"Right, maa, chachi, badi maa, bua, masi, dadi.. Sabne apni apni taraf se kuch na kuch bana ke de diya, ek insaan ko 4 insaan ki diet pack karke." And she started laughing. Daya too laughed with her.
They finished their meal. Shreya took out a small airtight container.
"Ye leejiye, besan ke laddoo. Dadi ne banaya hai." She said offering daya the sweets.
"Oh wow, this is my favorite. Apni dadi ko meri taraf se thanks bol dena aap." He said grabbing the sweets happily.
They talked a little more. It was just 3 to 4 hours they came in contact but they both were really enjoying each other's company.
Soon they both slept.
In morning, daya got up to go to washroom, when he found shreya sleeping cuddling the pillow. She was not comfortable in sleep due to the low temperature of AC. she was feeling cold.
Daya looked at his berth, he took his blanket and covered shreya with it. When he was covering her with the blanket, he looked at her cute face. He stared at her for a moment and thought, "so beautiful….she is not made for flirting, she is made to be loved."
He smiled at himself and moved to washroom.
Sometimes later shreya woke up and found daya missing. Then she noticed the two blankets over her. She got that it's done by daya. She smiled sweetly holding his blanket.
Meanwhile daya returned from washroom. Shreya thanked him for the blanket.
She too got freshened up and soon their station arrived. They both left the train, bid a goodbye to each other and parted their ways.
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A/N: hi guys, the first chapter of my new fic..
I know you all are waiting for TBHML and hate story…I will update them soon. Actually, I was getting bore and wanted to write a new fic on Dareya. So started this one. It contains just 3 chapters. you all must be wondering about the title, …you saw, dono ek dusre se jhooth pe jhooth bole ja rahe hain, dekhte hain ye teesra jhooth kya hai. *wink*
So, what do you guys think, kya daya aur shreya dobara ek dusre se milenge. Kya dono ko ek dusre ki asli identity pata chal payegi. Will they fall in love?
Stay tuned to know…
See you all soon…
keep loving Dareya..
and special thanks to Sree and salmazhv, for your wishes on my birthday. Love you!
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