2 weeks later

Dushyant is getting ready in his room. Its his first day of joining. He is in his vest, ironing out a shirt when there is a knock on his window.

Dushyant (doubt): Ishuuu…tum ho?

Ishita (giggling): haan…main hoon…aur kaun aayega khidki se…dumboo..

Dushyant (opening window): Tu paagal hai…hamare ghar pe ek bada saa darwaaza hai…yeh bandaron ke jaise khidki se kyun aati ho…

Ishita (dusting her clothes): darwaaze se aati…toh tumhari mummy mujhe ghar me ghusne nahi deti…

Dushyant looks at her from top to bottom. She is dressed in a dungaree-tshirt which is covered in mud. Her shoes are dirty.

Dushyant (shrinking his nose): yeh kya haal banaya hai tumne..ghaas (grass) pe let ke aayi ho kya? He laughs…

Ishita (angry): haan hasoo…yeh sab mera kaam hai…

Dushyant (ironing shirt): yeh kya kapde pehne hai?

Ishita (checking her dress): yeh…yeh toh mera work uniform hai…yeh kya kar rahe ho?

Dushyant (showing his shirt): yeh mera uniform hai…kaisa hai? Bolo?

Ishita (rolling eyes): yuckkkk..bahut saduuu hai..tumhari tarah..rukoo..main select karti hoon..she goes to his closet and picks a bright blue shirt for him..

Ishita: yeahhh….yeh tumpe bahut acha lagega…you will look extra handsome…she flutters her eyelashes.

Dushyant (liking that she picked a shirt): wow! what a choice Ishuuu..Thanks…he places his hand on her cheek..

Ishita feels a tingling feeling on the side where he has touched. She turns away..

Ishita (stammer): tumm…tum tayyar ho jaooo…main yahin hoon…jaooo….she pushes him in his bathroom..

Ishita (thinking): iss blue shirt me kitna goraa dikhta hai Dushyant…she is blushing..she is surprised by these new feelings..

Dushyant comes all dressed. He is buttoning his hands.

Dushyant (buttoning wrists): Ishuuu..zara who tie toh denaa..

Ishita throws the tie on his face. Dushyant sighs..

Dushyant: maine tumhe tie phekne ke liye nahi kaha tha…kya yaar…tumne iski knot bigaad di…

Ishita: hehehehe…bade aaye businessman banne..ek tie bhi baandha nahi jaata..

Dushyant: tujhse toh bahut behtar dikh raha hoon…ache kapdo ke saath kabhi koi waasta rakha bhi hai?

Ishita (angry): tumhara matlab kya hai? Tum jaante ho aaj bhi koi important meeting ke pehle papa mujhse hi tie bandhaate hai..

Dushyant (smile): achhaa…Ishuuu…he says softly pulling her closer…aaj mera bhi bahut important din hai…tum…tum tie baandhogi? Please…he smiles…

Ishita(taking tie): okay…hmmm….tumhe jhukna hoga…tum bahut oonche hoo…

Ishita sits on the edge of his bed and he bends takes the tie and puts it like a garland around his neck.

Dushyant imagination -He imagines them getting married…Ishita is garlanding him like this…she is blushing and looking good in red dress…now she is pulling the garland around his neck closer…he is moving ahead….thier noses almost touch…..he shuts his eyes for kiss…and Ishita punches him!

Dushyant (coming back from dream): Ouchhhhh…

Ishita (puzzled, tightening knot): Kya hua? knot tight hai kya? He looks around..there is no wedding…no red dress…its just Ishita in her dirty dress tying the knot of his tie..

Ishita: there you go…looking all handsome..ishita whistles at him..

Knock..knockkk… There is a knock on his door..

DushyantM: Dushhh..tayyar ho gaye…she looks at her handsome son..wow! kisiki nazar naa lage…she puts a black mark on his forehead..

Ishita: aunty…iss Bandar ko kaun nazar lagaayega…she laughs sitting on his desk..

DushyantM: tum? Tum kab aayi? Tumne bell kyun nahi bajaayi?

Ishita looks at Dushyant…Dushyant manages to lie.

Dushyant: yeh abhi abhi aayi…darwaaza khulaa tha..chalo Maa…mujhe daadu ka aashirwaad bhi lena hai..

Dushyant walks to the dining room of his house. His grandfather has just arrived on his wheelchair. Dushyant takes his blessings.

Daadu: jeeta reh puttar..khooob mann lagaake kaam kar..hamare parivaar ka naam unchaa karna…he laughs and sits to eat..

Ishita: main bhi khaati hoon…

Daadu (whisper): acha huaa…zara butter waale parathe pass kar de..

Ishita (sweetly): aunty..main parosti hoon..she picks the casserole and starts serving everyone, she winks at daadu..

Dushyant is watching all this and secretly enjoying. He again imagines Ishita to be a part of his family and serving all with a smile. She has cleverly served a paratha to daadu without anyone knowing.

Gehna voice: Good morning…..

DushyantM: arre Gehnaaa..aaooo beta…

Gehna (dressed in business attire): Good morning aunty…good morning uncle…namaste daadaaji…hello Dushyant..she smiles nervously at him. He smiles back.

dushyantM: Baitho naa..tum bhi naashta kar lo..

Gehna: nahi aunty…I just had some..I am full…she glances at Ishita…ishitaaa..tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?

Ishita: main toh Dushyant ko best of luck wish karne aayi thi….tum yahan kya kar rahi ho? She checks her watch…tumhe der nahi ho rahi..jaooo…jaooo..Dushyant aa jayega..

Ishita: ohh…main…woh…she thinks of an excuse..haan…main Daadaji ka asshirwaad lene aayi thi..

Ishita watches as gehna touches Dushyant's grandfather's feet. He blesses her and chats laughingly. Ishita glares at him, he quickly wraps up their chat.

DushyantM: naashta nahi toh juice toh pee looo…baitho naa..woh dekho..Dush ke bagal me seat hai…baitho..

Before Ishita can do anything, Gehna sits down next to Dushyant.

Gehna (whisper): You are looking good Dushyant…

Dushyant: Thank you…you look good too…smart choice..Ishita is burning !

DushyantM: arre maine abhi notice kiya…Dush tum aur Gehna ekdum matching ho…Blue and blue..she points to them..bahut pyaare lag rahe ho..she gushes…gehna blushes..

Gehna: Thanks aunty…Blue is my favorite color..hai naa Ishita…she looks at her..

Ishita (angry): Hmmm…Dush…yeh shirt tumpe bilkul suit nahi kar raha hai…jaoo change karo..she orders him..

DushyantM: koi zaroorat nahi hai…Dush…this looks best…aur…time toh dekhoo…first day pe kahin late naa ho jaoo..

Ishita fumes as Dushyant gets up and takes his coat to wear. Gehna stands next to him and they both are talking before leaving to work.

Ishita picks a juice glass and walks towards them, she clumsily falls and spills the juice on Gehna..

Gehna (irritated): ekkkkks…Ishitaaaa…yeh kya kiya…

Ishita (guilty): ohhhh..I am sooo sorry Gehnaaa…dikhaoo toh…oh hoooo..tumhare kapde kharab ho gaye..jaooo jaldi change kar lo…main tumhe drop karti hoon apni scooty me….jaoooo..

Gehna mutters angrily and walks off to change her dress. Dushyant stares at her..Ishita cannot meet his eyes..

Dushyant: main pooch sakta hoon tumne aisa kyun kiya?

Ishita (playing with the chair): main nahi chahti…ki tum aur woh matching kapde pehnoo..isliyee…

Dushyant (clueless): what? Ishuuuu…that's really silly and very mean..

Ishita (looking into his eyes): Tum sirf mere saath match kar sakte ho…Got it..she says with attitude..maine blue pehna hai..isliye tumhe bhi blue pehnaaya hai..

Dushyant (smile): ummm…aur main poochooo..aisa kyun? Kyun sirf tumhare saath matching hona chahiye…he moves closer…he looks down to meet her wild, sparkling eyes….

Ishita: Kyunkiiiii….aaj…

Dushyant: aaaj? He looks deeply in her eyes…come on Ishitaaa…he wills….say that you love me….he says loud in his heart!

Ishita (loudly): aaaajj…happy twins day hai…wooohooooo….she jumps and screams..Dushyant looks at her bewildered…Twins day?

Ishita: tum bhool gaye…har saal hamare school me aaj ke din twins day manaate the…tum aur main hamesha matching colors pehente the…isliye…she laughs…

DushyantM: Ishitaaa…kitni baar kaha hai…aise bandaron ki tarah mat koodoo..bachi ho kya?

Ishita sobers up. Dushyant takes leave. Ishita goes to her house to pick Gehna. She is riding on her scooty.

Gehna (scared): Ishitaa sambhalke..main gir jaoongi..

Ishita (riding): chup kar..darpokk kahinki…ab meri baat dhyaan se sunn..office me kya kya hota hai…mujhe full details roj chaahiye…

Gehna: kya? Magar kyun?

Ishita: Dush kiske saath baat karta hai…kiss ladki ko dekhke hasta hai..kaunsi ladki uspe line maar rahi hai…sab kuch…got it!

Gehna (angry): what rubbish…main kaam karne jaa rahi hoon…jasoosi karne nahi..main aisa kuch bhi nahi karoongi..

Ishita deliberately makes her scooty jump over a pothole.

Gehna (holding her tight, scared): achaaa..achaa…bataoongi….mujhe giraa mat dena pleaseeee..she begs..

Ishita: That's like a good girl..yeh loooo..office aa gaya..she brakes…gehna almost falls.

Gehna: Thank god….office aa gaya..Bye Ishita..

Ishita: arre..aise kaise…main bhi andar aa rahi hoon..

Gehna: dekho Ishitaa…aaj pehla din hai…aur tum aise kapdo me…Please aaj rehne do…kal..kal aa jaana…ache kapde pehenke…please…

Ishita: theekh hai theekh hia…waise bhi mujhe aaj uss saanp ko leke hospital jaana hai…

Gehna (scared): saap?

Ishita: chill…who mera dost hai…she comes closer to Gehna…meri saari baaten yaad hai naa…agar tumne cheating ki…toh Piki ko tumhare bedroom me sulaa doongi….

Gehna (doubt): Piki? Kaun woh white billi?

Ishita (sweet smile): Nahi….Piki…hamare center ke naye saap ka naam hai…Gehna starts sweating…

Ishita (wiping her sweat): best of luck Gehnaa….sambhalke rehnaaa..meri behnaa..she pinches her cheek..

Gehna composes herself and goes inside the office, waving a scared bye to Ishita..

Ishita (wearing helmet): Dushhh…main hoon naa…main tumhe inn saari chudaailon se bachaaongi….beware girls ! she smirks…

Ishita is ready to save Dush from the trap of all girls...she is doing her duty as best friend...will she be able to save Dush from all girls out there? most importantly will she realise..why is she doing this?

Dear Sachvi fan: I am definetly going to write a Sachvi story...let me complete my current stories first...I love all of you..

Thank you all for reviewing...take care...and thanks to all the silent readers too...though I would love you all to drop in a line or two..bye :)