《Dating my senior-Kareena》10
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Karishma was pacing up and down in her room. It was late at night but sleep was far away from her eyes. The incidents of past few days were roaming inside her head. Ex- the last incident where she kissed Haseena on her cheeks. Karishma was worried if Haseena didn't like it or something. Also it was 3 days that they didn't talk properly because of their busy schedules. Turning off the lights, Karishma fell on the bed and tried to sleep. But not until she got a call from someone.
The caller ID made her lips curve into a smile.
Karishma (smiling)- Hello?
Haseena- Aapki awaaz sunke lagta hai aap soyin nahi..
Karishma- haan woh nind nahi aa rahi bilkul..
Haseena- hame laga tha..aur..nind kyun nahi aa rahi? Kisike khyalo me khoi hain kya?
Karishma (chuckling)- Haan..
Haseena (expecting)- Kiske?
Karishma- Wohi..pending cases aur criminals ke.
Haseena looked at her phone disappointedly.
Haseena- kya aap v..accha..aap thaki hui toh nahi hai na?
Karishma- Nahi toh..aaj zyada kaam nahi tha..par kyun?
Haseena- Hm..ek kaam kariye niche aajayiye.
Karishma (confused)- Niche?
Haseena- Arey apne ghar ke neeche!! Ham hain bahar!!
Karishma's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. Was she really there? She rushed towards her balcony and looked here and there to find Haseena standing on the other side of the road. When their eyes met, Haseena waved at her. Karishma too waved at her.
Haseena (flirting)- Aapke chehre ki muskaan bata rahi hai aap khush hain hamare aane se..
Karishma (blushing)- Aisa baat nahi hai. Vaise itni raat gaye aap niche kaa kar rahi hain?
Haseena- Sawaal hi poochengi ya neeche v aayengi?
Karishma- neeche? Lekin kyun?
Haseena- theek hai..aap KBC KBC kheliye ham chalte hain.
Karishma- Arey gussa mat hoiye.. aa rahe hain ham. Rukiye thora..dhyaan se aana padega..amma v soyi hui hai na.
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Haseena- Theek hai. Jaldi aayiye.
Karishma hung up and quickly changed into some casuals. She took her phone and quietly came out of the house.
She crossed the road and joined Haseena.
Karishma (smiling widely)- Ab toh batayiye..kaa baat hai. Aur?
Her eyes fell on a shining bike near Haseena.
Karishma- Yeh aapki hai?
Haseena- Ji..
Karishma- Aapne kabhi batayi nahi ki aapko v bike chalani aati hai.
Haseena- Ab toh pata chal gaya na? Aayiye baithiye.
Karishma- Kahan jaa rahe hai ham?
Haseena- Harappa ki khudai karne. Kya Karishma ji? Ghoomane leke jaana chahte hain ham. Aapko nind nahi aayi na toh socha thora adventure kar lete hain.
Karishma- Aur aap? Aap itni raat aise hi ghoom rahi thi?
Haseena- Sach bataye toh ham ghar pe hi the. Aapko kuch der pehle whatsapp pe online dekha tha. Toh socha abhi tak aap soi nahi hongi toh thore idhar udhar chala jaaye. Vaise v aap toh hamari date hai na..
Karishma blushed at her confession. It was too bold a move from her side.
Haseena- ACP Pradyuman ki karwai ho gayi ho toh chalein?
Karishma nodded with a smile. She settled behind Haseena and grabbed her shoulders tightly.
Haseena started to drive. Karishma never cared about the surrounding while riding the bike herself but with Haseena it was different. She started to enjoy the surrounding, though it was mostly dark, the cool breeze, night sky with a brightly lit moon added to their adventure. Haseena kept stealing glances at her date on the rear view mirror.
The highways and roads were empty so Haseena thought to speed up their ride.
Haseena- Kaske pakadiyega.
Karishma (joking)- Lekin dhyaan se chalayiyega. Ham hospital ka kharcha nahi utha sakte!!
Haseena (chukling) - Isiliye keh rahe hain..tightly pakdiyega.
Haseena thought Karishma would grab her shoulders more tightly but instead she came closer and wrapped her arms around Haseena's neck sending chills down her spine. Haseena gulped nervously as her heart pumped louder. Still she managed to stay calm.
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She sped up. It was like a race against wind. There were a few cars which Haseena overtook and finally came to a area near town. There were some shops which were still open. After a 30 minute ride, they decided to take a break.
Haseena stopped in front of a food shop.
Haseena (taking off her helmet)- Aapko bhook lagi hai?
Karishma - Nahi..lekin pyaas lagi hai.
Haseena- Aap rukiye yahin. Ham kuch laate hain.
Karishma nodded with a smile while Haseena walked into a shop to buy something. She returned after a while with two cans of softdrinks.
Karishma- Waah! Pata nahi aapko kaise sab pata lag jaata hai. Lekin ham yahi chahte the.
She said while accepting a can of pepsi.
Haseena blushed a bit.
Haseena- ek dil do jaan?
Karishma choked on her drink with the sudden statement and started to cough.
Haseena- Arey aaram sey. Itni jaldi v kya hai..
She said while rubbing the other's back. Karishma was okay after a while.
Haseena (smirking) -Kya hua..hamari baat galat hai kya?
Karishma- Haan!!!
Haseena (shocked)- Kya?
Karishma (chuckling)- Areyy!!! Do dil ek jaan hota hai woh!!!
And she started to laugh. Seeing her laugh, a sense of satisfaction was felt by Haseena.
Haseena (shy and embarrassed)- Haan wohi..matlab aap v maanti hain?
Karishma (pretending to think)- Ab pata nahi..
But looking at Haseena she winked once which caused butterflies in Haseena's stomach to dance.💃
Karishma- Waise yeh night drive ka idea kaha se aaya aapko?
Haseena- Filmon me dekha tha. Socha try kar lete hain.
Karishma looked at her,, amused.
They kept talking for a little more while. Unknown to them, on the other side of the road was standing a couple, devouring on Pani Puri.
Lady- Bhaiyya zara aur tikha daalna please.
Pani poori wale bhaiyya- Madam poori bottle khaali ho gayi hai. Ab kya sidha khet se mirchi laaun?
Man- Aye babu..jara tamizz se peshiao. Santu ji hai hamari. Police hai andar kardegi phir rona andar baithke.
Santuji santuji aap ek meetha try kariye na. Aapki tarah meetha ek dum.
Santosh nodded and agreed. As she was about to gulp a mitha poori doen, she noticed KarEena on the other side of the road.
Santosh (wide eyed)- Cheetey..cheetey..yeh dekh..
Cheeta- Kaa santuji..kaa hua?
Santosh- Saamne dekh na. Dekh kya dikh raha hai.
Cheeta- Bangali baba ka churan khaiye..pet saaf rakhiye..
Santosh hit him on the head.
Cheeta- Ouch!
Santosh- Arey uss advertisement ke peechey dekh. Koi do log dikh rahe hain..
Cheeta focused- are haan. Yeh toh Haseena madam hai..aur ek aur...
Santosh- Karishma madam. Magar yeh dono yahan kya kar rahe hain.?
Cheeta- Ghoomne aaye honge na Santu ji.
Santosh- Nahi yaar cheetey. Usse badhkar v. Kyunki dekh Haseena madam hamare yahan incharge nahi hai but Karishma madam hai. Aur dono ek saath hai aur hamseha dikhte v hain..iska matlab..samjha cheetey?
Cheeta- Iska matlab dono acche dost honge na Santuji..kaa aap v?
Santosh- Chal aa aagey..sunte hain kya bol rahe hain dono.
Cheeta- Chodiye na Santu ji..dekhiye ab toh baarish v hone waali hai..chodiye maje karne dijiye inko..kanhi baad me baat kar lenge.
Santosh- Chal theek hai..koi nah..Karishma madam se milke pooch lungi..
And they walked away. As if Cheeta was a weather forecaster, it actually started to rain.
Karishma- Ab kya karein?
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