Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Sad Christmas

Just as I was about to leave the house for the annual Christmas party of Kak Sanjeev and his friends where me and Neha were always involved in it because of the invitation of Kak Sanjeev, Neha called.

"I just want to make sure you're coming for Christmas" he said. I could hear The Great Escape's theme music playing in the background of the place where Neha was at the time. "Your relationship with Sanjeev's sister has improved, hasn't it?"

Ughhhh! Made up, yeah. But I'm now involved in bigger things.

"Yes, my relationship with Brother Sanjeev is fine. I can't wait for this party either" I said lyingly, wearing shoes while attaching the phone to the ear with my shoulder.

Neha gave thanks happily. "Good," he said. "I'm so happy. I'm ready and you can't be late. Tonight we'll try our new luck."

"Eh? What new fortune?" sahutku. I checked my reflection back in my room mirror.

Neha chuckled across there. "Find a new boyfriend. Remember, twenty-three years is still a brilliant number. We should use it well."

"Huh! You crazy girl." I smiled to myself.

After hearing Neha's loud whistle, the phone connection was cut off. Sanjeev's sister called me as she knocked on the door in my room. We are both ready to go.

Every year, Sanjeev always includes me in every event he goes to. Whether it was when we were in India, or now after we moved to England - what turned out to be the background of our move here was for him to avenge himself to HansH and his family.

I know revenge is not good. But whatever my day, I'm not a remote control who can control Kak Sanjeev not to avenge him. I can't do anything to prevent all this. Foolishly, I even complied when he asked me to swear to help him. But, yeah, I won't be able to see Brother Sanjeev continue to hurt himself. Like I was forced to live my life as an orphan, I was also forced to live my life as a child to avenge the suffering of his mother.

Well, as always, Mr. Sanjeev was with his friends and the couple each met for a Christmas feast. And this year, this banquet is celebrated at Pete and Sarah's house. They are two lovebirds who have been dating for years and lived for years. Not Indians, but Americans, precisely from New York who lived in England since they were children.

We got to the party just as Ronnie, Sarah's flagship chef, was done preparing. The whole yard smells like greasy roast meat. Brother Sanjeev was immediately busy with Ronnie as soon as we arrived. While on the other hand, Neha's shrill voice called out to me from the doorway, followed by Sarah behind her. The two of them hugged me tightly and said merry Christmas. Although Sarah was two years old above me and Neha, we were both good friends with Sarah, as well as with other friends of Kak Sanjeev who in fact their age was seven years above us.

Not long after Brother Sanjeev and I arrived, the other people began to arrive. Kak Sanjeev's friends are unique people, most of them are business people, and the rest are people with professions with uniforms of pride, but obviously all of them are successful people and have considerable wealth from their own hard work. I don't know who Neha's going to go after this time.

After all the invited guests came, Gary, the impromptu bartender who that night took a position to take care of the drink, the first thing he did was mix the kamikaze drinks which he then distributed on a plastic tray.

As usual, I will not drink. I'm anti-alcohol.

"To start the party properly" he said.

No wonder, my two beloved ones, Sis Sanjeev and Neha immediately downed the contents of their glasses, right after that I begged the two of them not to drink too much that night, otherwise, I'll be bothered by both.

"Just calm. It's a happy night. I'm not gonna make you worry about me. Believe me," said Sanjeev.

Yeah, it should have been a really happy night. Should have. Butno. It was a very sad Christmas Eve for me when Brother Sanjeev grabbed my hand and took me to the yard.

I even had the wrong time to think that he would talk about something about us, about our past, our memories, even if it was just a little sister-in-law relationship. But I was in fact wrong. So wrong.

"What's up, brother?" my many.

"Are you really sure you want to help me?"

Brother Sanjeev nodded slowly, he lowered his head for a moment, then asked me to turn to the side. I also according.

"The man glazed over those eyes. He's a surgeon."

The deg!

The surgeon? I'm starting to worry. My hunch is not good. "I mean Brother?"

"To seek information from the enemy, we must be close to him. As close as possible."

I swallowed spit. I think I know where this conversation is going.

"To be able to reach HansH and his family, you have to be a part of them. That's why you need Alisah's face."

I can't believe it! Is Sanjeev asking for such a big thing from me? In that instant, my eyes glazed over and hot melt flowed down my cheeks.

"I know it's hard for you, Zia. I-i understand. But you can't reach HansH with your real identity."

I'm shaking. Denying everything I've heard and I hope I've heard it wrong. But that's the truth. Sanjeev wants Zia to be Alisah in order to achieve her goal.

"Hey, don't cry." He's got my shoulder. "Listen to me, HansH has rejected many girls whose beauty is no less than yours. You see, Kareena who was at the lake with HansH the other day, she's very pretty, isn't she? But HansH refused. HansH just wants Alisah."

Oh my God, what kind of madness is this?

"Sister...."

"Only Alisah can."

"I'm not Alisah...."

"But you can be Alisah."

"Sister...."

"Be my Alisah, for me. Not for HansH."

It hurts my heart. What does Sanjeev mean? I felt his words were not just with one meaning.

"I love Alisah. I want my Alisah back even if it's from you. You willing? Can you be an Alisah for me? My alisah?"

You put me in a very difficult position, brother. Should I sacrifice my life for you?