A/N - The meanings of the frequently used Hindi words are present here so it doesn't confuse you later

Baba - 1. A sort of endearment
2. A wise old man/father

Yaar - (here) A term used to express irritation.

Chamatkar - Miracle

The rest hindi dailouges are translated.

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Chapter Five
" Everyone is so baised these days "

× ANANYA ×

" So, what's the backstory behind this iconic name? " Sahil asked once again. I could not figure out if he asked that as sarcasm or just casually. It felt more of sarcasm, but okay.

" Hmm..You want to hear the backstory " I said and begged my brain to work a little faster at this moment.

We don't want to get caught, do we, my little pretty empty brain?

" Yeah " came his short reply as he looked towards me curiously.

Why is this guy so curious about my name?

" Backstory as in, why is it so weird " I nodded to myself trying to make up a pretty convincing story.

I couldn't make up a single story even after reading so many novels? Where is my power gone? 

" Yes, that's what it means " he replied.

He thinks I don't know the meaning of it, oh honey, I don't know the reason behind it. How should I explain you?

" Yep, Why am I named chamatkar... "

" That's what I asked, baba " he replied me and I could feel the restlessness in his voice.

Am I making him more curious?

I guess. So now my story has to worthy of the attention he's giving it. This is such a task.

I licked my dry lips and thought of the reason behind the stupid name created by me.

Dripping my bite of naan into my palak paneer, I put the morsel into my mouth.It tasted too good, it was the only thing which was good at this moment. Just when I took a sip of my chaas, my brain rewinded his words.
[Chaas = Buttermilk]

Baba, Baba....,Baba!

[The other translation which means wise old man/father]

Baba it is.  Thankyou so much baba.

" Yeah right, so once upon a time, in a very small town, there lived a...Wait, am I being too dramatic? " I asked and he nodded.

" Yeah, I guess "

" Sorry, but you have to bear with it, I am not a good storyteller but I watch too many movies. And movies are dramatic, so.. " I trailed off. He nodded anyway.

Why am I giving him useless information and not the one he wants to hear?

It's Ananya's style.

No sorry, chamatkar's style.

I rolled my eyes at my own comment and heard him say " then? "

" Yeah, keep bringing me back on this track if I flew to another station. " I said and heard a slight chuckle from his side.

" There lived a couple, okay, they were childess from years. They were begging to God for a child, but God ignored them.." just like he ignores me.

" They were my parents by the way, if you didn't figure out " I explained.

" Yeah yeah, I understood, even I watch movies. "

" Yeah okay, don't forget to tell me your favourite one later, now before I forget the story..." I said and instantly regretted. He gave me a questioning look.

Looking at the list of regrets in my life, I could proudly say that I'm among the top 10 in that regards. 

" I mean, before I reach another station " I dragged my old joke and covered up. " So my parents tried each and everything to conceive a child, every trick, every suggestion but No, everything failed "

" They could have adopted a child? Or IVF? Surrogacy was an option too " He interrupted. Such a practical person!

Who is he? A Gynaecologist?

" They thought about that too, but then someone suggested them this baba- " he cut me off again as soon as he heard the word.

" This baba waba is fake "

" Sometimes, but this one was not. He was as real as me " I defended my spontaneously created fictional character.

" Haan so, his name was Chamatkar baba "
I fed him the lie along with the food he was eating. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.
[Yes so/ Here baba = wise old man]

" That's your name! " He exclaimed as if someone snatched the name from me and inserted it into themselves. The name which isn't even mine.

" Yep, that's where the irony begins "

" What irony? " He asked.

Someone's just not a good listener.

" I'm telling, I'm telling. My parents went to the baba, and few days later, my mom was pregnant "

Without the deed? No lol.

Geez. Sorry.

" How? " He asked and made a face as if realisation hit him and his face turned red. " Uh, Continue "

" So then my mom gave birth to twins, which were me and my sister obviously-" he cut me off again.

" Then why are you named Chamatkar?! "

Can someone donate him some patience? Please.

" Sabar Karo na yaar, Then due to the miracle which happened because of me, everyone shouted Chamatkar baba ki jay! "
[ Have some patience/ Hail to Chamatkar baba]

" Chamatkar baba ki jay! "He repeated cutely. And cut me off mid sentence. Again.

Before my simp side makes any comment, I would like to remind that he has a girlfriend.

" And it pains me so much that most of the handsome men are taken "The simp side said and I couldn't agree more.

" Then? " His voice broke my trance.

" Then my father got a call while he was in the hospital, it was from Chamatkar Baba's assistant. My father picked up the phone and the ground beneath his foot slipped- " and here it goes again.

" Don't tell me it's an earthquake? " 

" And he says he watches movies "   I muttered very slowly this time, not wanting him to hear it as he did before and rolled my eyes.

" That's a phrase, if you didn't know. Plus you're a very bad listener " I gave him a reality check and he mouthed a sorry.

" He told my dad that Chamatkar baba was no more, he died the moment we were born " I paused and took a sip of my energy drink which is this chaas again to get some more ideas.

" Suddenly? How? " He questioned.

" Natural death " I responded and his face showed a little sadness.

" Such a fool getting sad over a fictional character which doesn't even exist " the devil rolled her eyes.

" He's just sensitive " the angel defended.

" He has a girlfriend! " The simp whined still not getting over that fact.

I noticed Sahil raising his hand wanting to ask a question. I just nodded. 

Now this feels like I'm the teacher who gets irritated easily and he's the topper who has never ending questions.

" Why did his assistant called your dad only? He must be having so many customers "

Yaar yeh kis se panga le rahi hu main?
[Who am I messing with?]

" My dad was his favourite customer, happy? " He wants every detail of the story I'm creating as if he's going to write an artical about it in future.

" Everyone is so baised these days " he shook his head and made a tch sound.

Ignoring him completely I continued further " So at the end,  My dad kept my name as a tribute  to his soul, The end " I completed the short story which he dragged so long.

" More like sacrificed your name to his soul " he said and I gave him an offensive look. " Sorry "

" One more question, why were you named Chamatkar and not your sister "

Yaar!

" She was elder so she was named what they decided to and I was the spare one so " I shrugged.

" Okay " he said and his face carried a satisfactory smile. Seeing the look on his face, I can tell that I'll have a successful career in writing stories.

" One last question "

I was so pissed off at this moment. How many questions are still left to be answered?

" Ask " I shot back after releasing a deep breath.

Only for you my simp side, I'm resisting myself from punching him on his face.

" Why are you not present on your sister's wedding? " He asked and a small smirk was visible on his face. Or maybe I was just seeing the smile as a smirk.

" Now that's a personal question " I said like his questions till now weren't personal.

" So you're telling me the reason why you left the wedding or you want to make up more stories? " He asked and my eyes widened.

" W-Who's making up stories? " I stuttered.

" You. You're making stories. I'm not dumb, Ananya. "

My story was this unbelievable?

I take back my statement of having a successful career in writing. Maybe I won't.

" You knew I was lying from the start and you still acted like you believe me? "

Gayi bhais Pani mei, isko pehle hi bata Dena chahiye tha na yaar, itni mehnat nahi karti main aaisi award winning story banane mei!
[All my efforts to make up this story are in vain. He should have atleast told me in the start itself. I would not create such an award winning story]

" Two can play the game " and his smirk widened.

Dusht!
[Devil!] 

Two can play the game but only one wins. And I'm surely not going to let him win.

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So, the whole of fake story for nothing? Why did you trouble the poor girl so much Sahil? 

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