“Yar maths ka journal dey dio” (Friend, give me your Maths journal), Fajahad, sitting in a resting position almost lying on a ground comfortably as if a burden was put off from his shoulders, his almond shaped eyes were almost closed, his a bit light brown coloured front hair were moving due to cold breezed under the tree, said lazily to his friend.
Sitting in a group by Fajahad, Farhan, Kabir, Qasim, Abbas, Essa and Imran at unknown place of college, Daffty Boys and Girls Higher Secondary School and College.
“Tujhe kiya hua hai, kaminey, leta tou aise hai jaise mehnat mushaqat ker ke aya ho” (What happen to you, idiot, lying on a ground by you as if you have labored), Qasim, sitting with crossed legs in white school shirt and blue school pant, moving his fingers in sand, giggled loudly.
“Arey tujhe kya maloom, tum sab ke liye tou yeh tiyar ladoo khane ko milne ki tarah hailiken mere liye tou yeh duty hai. Kisi mazdoori se kaam nahi” (Oh my friends, what do you know, for all of you it is just like a readymade sweetgiven to you to eat, but for me it is duty, not less than laboring), Fajahas replied, gave reason of lying on a ground tiredly.
“Oye uddas bulbul, apni uddasi ka izhar phir kabhi karna” (Oh sad sparrow, express your sadness afterwards), Farhan, his best friend insulted friendly.
“Sust, haramkhoron, kuch khilo”(Lazy and denders, play any game”, Essa irritated
“What about truth and dare”, Qasim with widened eyes and a great smile suggested. His eyes glimpsed.
“Oye, bottle nikal, kuttae” (Oh, take out bottle, rascal), Farhan giggled, asked short heightened Essa to take his green bottlefrom his black bag on which the picture of John Cena was made.
“Rules pehle se set hain” (Rules are already set), Imran excited. He took bottle from Farhan, placed it in the centre.
He was about to move the bottle in a clockwise direction suddenly Nimra, pre-medical student, ran towards them. She halted when she saw group of Fajahad.
“Arey chalo Samar uncle agaye hain” (Come on Samar uncle has came), she alerted, hand of her on the waist.
“Oh, shit”, Fajahad Said lackadaisically, still lying lackadaisically on the ground.
He stood slothfully, hanged his bag on a shoulder and began to nip over to bus. His lackadaisicalness was immeasurable. Farhan ran to bus, his sleeping befuddled him, Farhan looked everywhere but in the end he accomplished the goal soon when he caught sight of him out of the his eye, slumbering on the last seat of right side row where boys used to take seat.
“He is barmy”, he muttered.













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“Ali ko bolo, jaldi karey, mujhe conference mein bhi jana hai” (Ask Ali to be quick, I have to attend conference too), Kashif (Fajahad’s paternal uncle) uttered to his wife Jamila.
“Papa, araha hoon”, (Papa, I am coming) , Ali, his good-looking son who had black+brownish colored hair, brown eyes and good complexion with 5.11 feet height, urged while coming toward him.
“Ab, chalein” (Can we go now?), he questioned sarcastically, a bit.










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“No, I’m not coming at Kashif chacho’s house”, Fajahad informed, having dinner with his family, Ammi (mother), Faraz bhai (Faraz Brother, his big brother), Sana bhabi (Faraz’s wife) and his twin sister but had different features, Farah.
“Cause I am dozing off”, he reasoned while taking a spoon of rice.
“Okay, it doesn’t matter”, his aged mother, professor of Government College who had angelic eyes which made her to look pulchritudinous if she dressed herself well and according to her age, replied while taking a sip of water.
As he was already done with the dinner, Fajahad, who was wearing purple colored open shirt, on which boxes were made, stood, put his plate in kitchen and ran I his room while everyone start leaving house for Kashif chacho’s house.
PC was already on, he was having chig wag with Arsalan and Jimmy on Facebook, while he saw a shocking picture of himself, in which he was standing with Maria, simple and decent student of pre-medical of Daffty College, closely. Besides astonishing him, that picture annoyed him.
“This is our Fajahad,
As a king of maintaining discipline, he is considered
But observe his own “actions and activities””, Statements sarcastically written on the picture had read by Fajahad, Head of All Prefects (H.A.P) of his college.
“Zoya!, ab tum bacho” (Zoya!, now you escape), he angered when he got to know that Zoya had posted the picture.













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“Ab use pata chaley ga ke main usey kaam nahi hoon” (now he will get to know that I am not less than him), she patronized herself and went to bed.













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Jimmy uttered the shocking news to Farhan very soon when he saw Fajahad’s cheap edited picture on facebook posted by Zoya.
“Kya!” (What!), he exclaimed with astonishment, his steel made nerves started to melt.
He switched on the computer and logged on to Face book in Usain Bolt’s speed, scrolled down the screen rapidly as if dog was running behind him. Finally he succeeded, he saw Zoya’s idiotic and image falling post about Fajahad.
“Ab ye bach ke dekhaye Fajahad se” (Now she try to to escape from Fajahad), he said sarcastically, keeping the anger of his best friend in mind.













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“To ab magni kab hai?” (so when is engagement ceremony?), Sana asked formally , holding a silvery shiny ring, had pink diamonds on it arranged in a shape of flower in the center of it was being more prominent than a ring.
“Next week”, Ali replied, sitting on sofa in off white kurta Shalwar, while using laptop.













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NEXT DAY (IN VAN)
After picking up Farhan, Samina, Jamal, Yousuf and others, the van was driven to Fajahad’s white coloured somehow palace liked bungalow to pick up twin siblings.
Farah was somehow looking lazy and smiling but also giving high-five to her friends sitting on left side’s seats as usual. But Fajahad’s mood was different from usual. He was quiet vexed and indignant.
The modification of mood of him was done by the main lead of yesterday’s news, his edited picture but Zoya behind it had played more important role in bringing variation in mood of Mr. Saroo, name given to Mr. H.A.Pby college and school students because of his strictness and strict character as H.A.P.
Zoya was ambling on street as if she was hiking in garden, when van arrived at enormous and stone built building where she lived in flat no.385.
She had been taking seat beside Nida while sneering at her opponent. But she was not familiar with the strength of her opponent; he was much more mentally stronger than her. He was looking her indignantly. Mr.Saroo and Miss Picture Editor looking each other without blinking but other students in van failed to notice it. In end Fajahad turned his face at window due to increment in his indignant by looking at her and she started chig wag with Nida because of feeling of achieving success with distinction she felt.
“She is totally bollocks”, Fajahad murmured.














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(ASSEMBLY)
“Arey tu ne Fajahad aur Maria ki picture dekhi” (Oh, have you seen Fajahad and Maria’s picture), Ahmed, student of B.COM part II asked his friend.
“Haan yaar dekhi to thi” (Yes, I saw it , yaar), Zaid, assistant prefect, replied.
“I think it is lie that he has any affair with Maria”, Tall heighted Ahmed suggested, standing in front of his friend.
“Nahi, mujhe to sach lagta hai” (No, I think it is true), Assistant prefect Zaid disagreed












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“Yar, I have completed urdu’s homework”, Farah, said, talking to her friend, Priya.
“Arey who tu ne Zoya ka karnama dekha?” (Have you seen Zoya’s performance?), Kabir asked sarcastically while giggling to his friend, Essa. Farah who was standing few paces far from them listening curiously.
“Yup”, he agreed
“She is seriously suck” , he added.
Farah could not tolerate any wrong comment about Zoya, her new best friend, tampered to them,
“Usne aisa kya kiya hai ke tum us ke bare mein aisa keh rahe ho” (what have she done that you are saying that about her”, She vexed slightly.
“Tumhe nahi maloom kiya?” (Don’t you know?), Kabir asked with astonishment
“Kahan thi kaal?” (Where were you yesterday), he giggled. She was listening.
“yaar, tell me what have she done”, she asked loudly slightly.
“Usne Fajahad ki picture edit ki hai”, Essa informed, he was vexed.
He uttered the whole spicy eye-opener latest news of college. She was annoyed by the idiotic performance of Zoya just to impersonate her brother.












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IN CLASS
Farah was sitting on her desk alone, completing one of her incomplete work.
"Hi, Kaisi ho Farah!", Zoya exclaimed with excitement as usual, standing on her left side, making place for her bag while she was standing.
"Fine", she stated expressionlessly.
She sat beside her on the same. Farah, who was as hot and burning as pressure cooker stood impassively and sat the back.
Zoya, her new friend astounded that what happened to her friend.
She went to Farah asked her that what was the problem.
"Tum ne mere bhai ki tasveer ke sath kya kiya tha, kaal" (what had you done with my brother's picture, yesterday), she questioned as a strict teacher who used to wear big glasses to her student.
Zoya was surprised from inside by realising and observing the protectiveness of Farah for her brother but acting as impassive.
"Yar, I was just kidding" she tried to neglect the topic but failed to do it.
"Oh, do you know, I am good in differentiating between kidding and insulting", she taunted.
"Bhai ko bhai ki tarhan hi treat karo, usey apnay sar par na charhao" (Treat a brother as a brother, don't sit him on your head), she yelled slightly in reply.
"Mujhe maloom hai ke uske sath kaisa rawiya rakhna" (I know how to behave with him), she taunted, staring at her with the feeling of hatred and revenge.














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AT COLLEGE (LUNCH TIME)
“Yeh tum ne Facebook par mere bare mein ulta seeda kyun likha tha?,” (why did you write this cock and bull story about me on Faceook?), Fajahad questioned very strongly, indirectly forcing answerer to answer and somehow expressing his strength and authority of doing anything.
Zoya gave the expressions of astonishment just to taunt him, put her hand on her mouth with astoundment, the movement ofeyebrows, up and down made by her added astonishment on her face.
“Ulta Seeda nahi likha tha, (I did not write cock and bull story), she pretended like a typical woman who is keen to take revenge, trying to deceive him. Moving her eyebrows and eyeballs to deceive him with distinction.
“Ye apna drama band karo” (Stop your this drama), He stated vexedly but her vexedness was coming on his as this feeling appears on the face of intelligent common man or businessman.
“So it means what had you done is less than a typical drama”, she taunted, moving her finger here and there, left and right “Mr.Saroo, what you had done was not less than drama in fact it was a proper typical drama”, she yelled her irritation and fret was coming on her face but she also expressed her fret by putting her hands slightly above her head and left.
Fajahad, well-known as Mr.Saroo, watching her expressions, standing with his friend Qasim.
“What had you done yesterday with her?” he asked Fajahad.















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AT COLLEGE (YESTERDAY)
Dmm Dmm Dmm, sound of stepping forwards made by a queue of girls between four prefects, two of them was standing on right side while other two standing on left side.
“Come out of the line”, a very common sentence for listeners who became victim of panting punishment given by Fajahad.
Stupid, assertive and keen of taking revenge, Zoya ambling in the line.
"Come out of the line", sentence, now became a common phrase, spoken by Mr. Saroo to Zoya. She halted ambling, feeling quiet lazy but there was much strength in the words of him which widened her almost closed eyes.
"Main line se bahir kyun aoun" ( why should I come out of the line), she argued in a feuding way, her way of feuding was quiet similar to the women of slimy areas who are keen of fighting and brawling.
"See your hairstyle", he stated forcefully, gave plausible reasoned, pointed out her hair "Pony is not allowed", he informed cogently and his voice in which information Was given was quiet weighty made her to come out of the line.
He turned towards her pointed out her dirty shoes covered with mud and dust quietly "Apne shoes dekho" (Look at your shoes), he vexed.
The high haughtiness of her jumped down by him was felt by her and that she could not tolerate. Cheeks got red in anger and feud.
"Mein nai hoo is college mein" (I am new in this college), she informed forcefully.
"Saat din ho chuke hain" (seven days have been past), he informed sarcastically, releasing her that a week is enough to for settling in a school "Aik hafta to kutae ko kuch sikhane ke liye bhi bohat aur tum to insan ho" ( one week is enough for teaching something to dog and you are a human)he barb her. A queue of girls watching the drama serial filled with spices who could.
"Zoya to gai" (Zoya get lost), a girl in queue said to herself in her heart.




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"Chalo ground mein" (Let's go in ground), an order given by Simran, assistant prefect to college male students who were going to be victimized by Fajahad, master of giving punishments.




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"Kal se aisa Nahi hona chahiye" (It should not be happen from tomorrow), Bilal, a very kind guy, warned children of school section like elders warned them (children) benignly.
"From tomorrow come to school in clean and neat uniform and shoes", he advised graciously.
"But don't forget to comb you hair before coming to school", another advise given by him.
His graciousness and benignness made him to leave children without giving punishment.
He was so polite and benign and Fajahad, totally opposite of him.
"The “p”of polite not even swept cross Fajahad", the comment about Fajahad given by one of the student of pre-medical, Kamran.




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A queue of female college students going to be victimised under the hands of Mr. H.A.P, marched into ground while the queue of male college who were going to suffer from the panting punishments or affronting that would take their persnickety off from the top in a second.




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"Miss Kiran ka to lecture hath se gaya" (Miss Kiran's lecture would gone from hands), Illyas murmured bitter sweetly.




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He, with straight posture and eyes from which confidence and intelligence was reflecting, walked like a hero of any bollywood movie.
“Oh to ye hain jin ko aaj saza milne ki hai” (oh, so they are to whom punishment is going to be given), stated strongly and forcefully by him, strength and vexation could be seen in his eyes was felt by everyone and realize them that their H.A.P was getting hot as pressure cooker on burning.
“Yahi chehre kai dino se dekhne ko mil rahe hai” (Same faces are getting for seeing for days), he reviled, plodding from left to right like a tought and tight soldier who would be giving panting punishment to prisoners.
“Tum logon se to ache is school ke bache hain, chaar martaba danto to seedhi raah par ajatein hain” (children of this school are better than all of you, yell them four times and they come on right path.), he offended, standing in front of the centre of the queue of students.
“But all of you never come on right path whether how many punishments would be given to you”, he vexed, expressed his anger by yelling so loudly.




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"You all have to take 20 rounds of whole ground of this institution", Mr. Saroo, H.A.P, ordered with a great strength in his voice as if he is a head of Daffty Institution Of Learning, and expressions but movements of hands too.
"In facts 20 rounds are very less for you idiots who never changed themselves into a complete student", she vilified, stepping forward few paces to the students, male and female in straight line in front of five prefects, H.A.P, H.F.P and three assistant prefects.





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Poor student, victimised under the hands of Mr. Saroo and Miss Iqra. Taking 20 rounds of the whole ground of Daffty Institute for Learning both school and college grounds.
Fajahad walking behind the line, guarding their movement.
Simran standing in front of the line, kept her eyes completely on them.
Iqra, a very strict prefect, walking ahead but backwardly to keep her eyes on victims.
Other two assistant prefects were also there to guard their movements, standing left and right side in the centre of the line.
"Bhagne ka soch bhi nahi sakta main to" (I can't even think of escaping from here), a student, Tehreem, irritated, making glowering facial expressions and tight- lipped.
"Allah ka shukar, 20 ke 20 round poore huay" (ThankGod, 20 of 20 rounds have completed, group of 6 students chorused, releasing their exasperation, they were going to amble to their classes but the dauntless voice of Fajahad made them to halt.
“Oh, kharey raho yahan par, kis ne jane ko kaha?” (Oh, keep stand here, who ask you to go?”, he ststed in his heroic voice.
“Ye rounds se koi farq nahi parne wala” (These rounds would not bring any improvement) Iqra, standing with folded hands, stated with strict expressions sarcastically.
“Until we don’t take your veneration down”, she insulted indirectly, made everyone to bow their head in guilt.
“Punishment hai “thapar”” (Punishment is “slap”), he sneered slightly while taking few paces forward.
“Iqra larkion ko aur main larkon ko” (Iqra to girl and me to boys), he sneered again more than slightly, by moving his eyebrows, one up and other down, smiling like a negative character of any Bollywood movie, ambling to left side of the line.
Poor students, irritated by Mr.Fajahad’s idiotic punishment which was going to put their high toffee-nosed down.
Fajahad, who had 5.6 feet height, square shaped face and black hair was going to begin his slapping series from right side i.e. ending of the line. He had to slap 21 boys. Iqra, who had bewitching features, 5.3 feet height, prominent jaw line, small pointed eyes and had made simple perfect braid standing at left side i.e. starting of the line,. She was going to start her slapping program. She had to slap 20 girls.
Going to be victims, girls and boys, standing in a straight line, girls on left and boys on right.
Broad, slightly hairy but quiet cleaned palms of the hands of Fajahad which were of medium tan colour, were not only for writing names and completeing assignment, they were for slapping too, to boys, sometimes! He raised him medium tan coloured quiet manly right hand to slap the last student of the line, Osman. He slapped him horribly, like a hero of any Hindi movie, made him shiver.
Quiet broad, flat and clean hands were not used by Iqra for slapping before wearing a gown of H.F.P. But now everyone got to know, how much strength was in the hands of her, which looked like model or beautiful actress’ hands, when she slapped Sana rapidly Sana, made her head curve more than slightly and shock.
Both Mr. H.A.P and Miss H.F.P slapped tightly each and every student according to the heroicalness present in their hands.











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ZOYA’S REACTION
After getting a tight slap from Iqra to a proud, big-headed and toffee-nosed Zoya, got angry, when Mr. Fajahad looked her rudely as he looked others.
“Isay badla na liya to mera naam bhi Zoya nahi” (If I don’t take revenge from him then my name will not be Zoya), she decided in her mind and heart, with a great spirit of taking revenge, staring at him.









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From school to home, from day to night took place, brain of Zoya, the revenge taker, started to work as she believed. Idea of spoiling his image by showing his relation with simple and decent student of pre-medical, Maria, by editing his and her picture, was accomplished by her, Miss Zoya.
In result Fajahad’s anger was terrible as the heat evolving from frying pan.