Tamanna E Khaam ✨

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"Bhabhi aap humare bhai par shak kar rahi thi?" Asim asked.

"Maine kab shak kiya?" Khadeeja asked genuinely confused.

"Mere bechare bhai, apke liye gaane gaa gaa kar thak gaye aur soch rahi thi ke wo sab apke dimag me hai?" Asim fake sobbed.

"Tum haina movies me try karlo. Sach me, chor do apni job." Khadeeja said making everyone laugh. "Wahan hazaron ladkiyan thi and for all I knew inhone kitni ladkiyo se flirt kiya hoga. To agar tumhe laga mai shak kar rahi thi to fir kar rahi thi." Khadeeja teasingly smiled at Atif.

"Bhai sunn rahe hain ap?" Asim said.

"Haa suna maine, mai bechara apni biwi se itna pyaar karta hu fir bhi shak karti hain."

"Okay I said kar rahi thi. Past tense. Aur haan ap to bohot bechaare hain."

"Asim ap interrupt karna band karengy. I want know aagy kya hua." Ayesha whined.

"Acha sorry."

"Concert khatam hua, he went backstage I went back to my hotel kyuki usi raat meri ghar ke liye flight thi." Khadeeja said.

"Maine socha jald se jald hotel pohoch jau sab kuch wrap karke and atleast thodi si himmat karke inse inka number to le hi hu. So I rushed back to the hotel and I knocked on her door kaafi der tak maine wait kara, ye aayin nahi so I went to the reception but I found out she checked out."

"What?" Ayesha exclaimed. "Bhabhi chali gayin? Bina mile?"

"I waited 4 hours for him and then I thought maybe it was all in my head. So I left. And mere pas koi option nahi tha agar meri flight nahi hoti to I would've waited longer." Khadeeja said.

"To say I felt heartbroken would be an understatement. Matlab zindagi me pehli baar itni himmat karke kisi ladki se uska number maangne jaa raha tha. Kisi se milkar aisa laga ke yaar haa bat aagy badha sakte hain I felt different like I had a chance and then wo bhi gaya." Aadil reminisced.

"Koi baat nahi bro. Bhabhi to mil gayi na end me apko." Asim commented.

"Right." Ayesha agreed. "Aagy bataen."

"Inhe to kuch farak padha nahi. Kyu ke inhe to shak tha" Aadil said playfully narrowing his eyes at Khadeeja. "Maine to bilkul hi ummed kho di thi ke kabhi main inse milunga phir se. Par ek din......"

1 month later

Aadil's P.O.V

"Ladies and gentlemen please, welcome Aadil Malik." I heard the host's voice and took it as my cue to enter. I was currently on a talk show.

Neeti, the host asked me questions here and there, I went on with telling my childhood stories and stuff but then she asked a question which I took as an opportunity.

"Koi favorite fan moment?" She asked.

"Ji actually bohot hi zyada." I said. Anyone could tell by my voice that I was overly excited.

"Kya tha batana chahogy. Kaha mile?" She asked.

"Last month, Banglore me. Humare suitcases exchange ho gaye thy, wo meri hotel room neighbour thin."

"Acha, kya naam tha?"

"Khadeeja naam tha unka, unka ek journal bhi tha jo unhone mujhe dedicate kara tha, I even signed it." I smiled.

"To aisa kya hua jo wo favourite moment ban gaya." Neeti asked.

"She was very respectful. Matlab she literally acted like I'm just a normal person. I told her about the suitcase situation. Wo mera bag layi aur apna bag leliya. That's it. And she really respectfully asked me to sign that journal. So I really felt normal."

"Tumhe laga hoga ke tum bas Aadil ho. Koi mashoor singer Aadil Malik nahi." Neeti laughed.

"Ji bilkul aur Unke bhai ka to mai fan hogaya."

"Acha kaise."

"She told me he had exams and he was ready to leave his exams just to see me perform but unke parents ne allow nahi kara. Ke unke koi dusre favourite singer ne mere bare me kuch kaha to unhone unhe stan karna chordiya, wo kafi bade fan hain mere." I didn't mention the name.

"Acha." Neeti was surprised.

"Ji."

"To kuch kehna chahogy Khadeeja se?" There was a lot a wanted to say but this wasn't the right way so I just said,

"If you're watching this, stay happy, stay blessed." I smiled.

"Khadeeja, apko Aadil yaad kar rahe hain, ap ye dekh rhi hain to Aadil ko text karen." Neeti said jokingly. I was laughing on the outside but I was thanking her inside. Maybe she sees this and texts me. Let's hope for the best.

After the interview finished I unlocked my phone and opened instagram and my dms were flooded with "Khadeeja xyz wants to send you a message." I chuckled and kept my phone aside.

1 Week later

I waited for her to text but she didn't. There were so many messages on my Instagram account all of them named Khadeeja but I just didn't feel that any of them is her. I posted a video on my story saying please stop dm-ing me saying you're Khadeeja it's getting creepy. I kept looking at the screen uninterestedly and then a notification popped,

DJ wants to send you a message.

I smiled knowing it's her. I opened her text it read,

DJ:
Did you miss me that much? XD

Finally.