Chapter 19 : Pinky and Dolly

Very tiredly she came out of the passport office. She had travelled so long from Islamabad to Pindi in the heavy rush to pick her passport from the office, but when she reached she got to know that she will receive the passport only on Fourteenth January..and it was a week away. There was some technical problem in the Islamabad office because of which they were not issuing passports. Because of this she had to apply in Pindi.

It was the same rush even while returning. After some shopping when she came on Murree road it was almost Maghrib. The road was filled with cars and the movement of the cars was slow. She stopped the car at the signal and opened the windows. She was still worried about the passport.

Even if she receives her passport by fourteenth, it will take long for the visa to be processed. The tickets had not arrived yet but she did have an idea that she had to leave for Turkey in the beginning of February. That means she had just fifteen days on her hands and the visa for Turkey would take longer than that. What was she supposed to do? She was worriedly thinking about this when someone bent down by her open window.

"Beautiful.....what are you thinking?"

She got very startled and looked up.

It was him...Dolly, in glittery clothes with wig hair tied up and heavy makeup.

Disgust spread across her face. She forgot that she was indebted to Dolly.

"Move away from here." She said angrily. He was resting his hands on the window such that she could not close her window.

"Oh Baji! I had just come to exchange greetings and you are scolding me." The stern expression from that day were not present on his face. Instead his makeup filled face looked simple and innocent..... Disgustingly simple and innocent!

"Move away from here, or else I will call the police." She was feeling angry as well as helpless. He could do something inappropriate.

"Hai Baji! This is the way you talk to Dolly? And Dolly praises you so much that I start getting a headache." She turned her head and saw there was one more enunch standing by the window of the front seat. Compared to Dolly this enunch was fairer. However on the face even he had applied a thick layer of makeup. Wearing a shocking orange dress it looked like he forgot to put on something on his hands..he was bent and kept both his hands on the window.

"This...who are you? Move away from my car." She was drenching in cold sweat. She was alone and the traffic was blocked, there was no policeman present either.

"This..is my sister ji, Pinky. She really wished to meet you. There was something important that we wanted to talk with you."

"Get lost!!" She moved forward trying to close the window. Just then Pinky moved her hand forward. Haya noticed that there was a pink coloured, one inch scar....like it was burned.....or was it a birthmark..

"Move...I said get lost!!" Angry and scared she quickly tried closing the window but Pinky kept her hand on it and it wasn't closing.

"Baji, don't do like this with Pinky. Her hand will get injured ji." Saying that Dolly kept his hands on Haya's shoulders trying to stop her, Haya swifly turned and pushed Dolly with all her force. Dolly wasn't ready for this attack so he stumbled and moved back. Haya got a few seconds to pull up the window on her side.

"Now you move away from here or I will gather people around!!" Saying that she started pullinh up the window but Pinky refused to budge.

"Baji ji I came here to tell you about Dolly's feelings for you and you are behaving like this..This Dolly, she likes you a lot but cannot express." Pinky was acting coquettishly and speaking. The accent in which they spoke was a bit punjabi. On the other hand Dolly started banging the door.

"Shut up and Get Lost!!!!!" She screamed and with all her strength started pulling up the window.

"Baji ji.....just listen to me." Dolly joined Pinky on the other side.

Just then the signals opened. Cars started moving forward. Haya's car was the only one at halt. Cars started honking on the sideways. Faraway a policeman was quietly standing and looking at the commotion but didn't come forward to help.

Dolly patted Pinky's shoulder and signalled him to leave. Pinky turned to look at Dolly when his grasp on the window loosened. Haya quickly took this chance to pull up the window. Pinky got startled and tried pulling away his fingers but Haya persistently kept pulling up the window. Pink's fingers got stuck in it.

"Oh!! Leave Baji ji!!!" Pinky painfully shrugged and tried removing his fingers but they were stuck badly.

Dolly angrily started banging the window but Haya kept looking at them with hate and pulled up the window till the end... Behind her the cars kept honking and many cars started leaving from the sides.

Just then blood started dripping on the window from Pinky's fingers and Haya came back to her senses. Quickly she pulled down the window. The window went down an inch. Pinky angrily pulled his fingers out. Before she raced the csr she closely examined Pinky's hand. The wrist which had the mark on that same hand his forefinger was injured and on other fingers a brown line had formed. His hands were definitely injured but she didn't care.

She swiftly sped away her car, then she saw in her backview mirror. The two enunches were constantly turning and glaring at her angrily. Dolly was holding Pinky's injured hand and looking at Haya's car he was saying something. She ignored them and increased the accelator. As of now she hoped that Dolly will not trouble her anymore.

Very soon she was going to be proven wrong.