Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Love Above Lies

"Oh, whoa!" Sheveni clucked as he watched his former girlfriend, Joshi, who was shoved out of the toilet with her battered face. "Great! You're still in touch with this motherfucker turns out."

I gaped, wanting to argue, but Joshi interrupted first. "Yeah," he said. "If her brother had not been in the same place, we would have repeated the sweetness of the past."

"Shoppers!" raung Kak Sanjeev and HansH together.

Unable to remember clearly, the two had already beaten Joshi, not only hitting, but also kicking him with their feet. As if he had a thousand lives, the bastard was not asking for mercy, but he was actually grinning and raving unclear. "Your love is great, HansH...! He's good at ora*!"

"Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch!" Hansh. Joshi who was just about to get back up was sprawled.

But he chuckles back. "You've never felt it before, huh? He's so great! He's savage, violent, exciting!"

"Bajingaaaaaan...!" Sanjeev's sister rode him, beating him blindly. "Don't talk about my sister. The insolent! You're looking to die! I'm killing you, you son of a bitch!"

Frighteningly.

"Yetaka...!" my yelling. I tried to pull him out of Joshi's body. "Detach, Brother. Don't...! You can kill him! Let him go, brother...!"

But Mr. Sanjeev is still out of control. "He deserves to die!" berangaya pointed at Joshi who was still chuckling even though he was helpless. "You hear me, you bastard, no one can be rude to my sister! Goddamn it!"

My God, Sanjeev's sister is so violent. He was really confused as if what Joshi meant so bad was really me, his sister, Zia, and not the real Alisah.

"Oh, Alisah, honey. Thank ye. I didn't think you were still that cool with me. You even defended me in front of your brother. Oh, I love you, baby!"

The door!

The sound of gunfire made the people -- the spectators - go silent for a moment and run scattering.

HansH, he shot. The target was Joshi, but luckily Vikram managed to block him until the bullet went into the air, upward, without a target.

"Take me off, Vikram!"

"No, Brother! No!"

"My HansH...?"

Noblest. I was confused how to behave. From the bottom of my deepest heart, I couldn't possibly care less about the criminal acts that -- unconsciously - HansH was trying to do. But Brother Sanjeev is here, if he sees me so caring for HansH, he will definitely get hurt.

Baffled. Not knowing what to do, and my feet were glued into place, and my brain was dull at once, I couldn't think I should do anything. My head's dizzy. I chose to follow the pain in my head. Wanting to faint, half pretending, and half real, I followed my limp feet and dropped myself on the floor.

Sanjeev and HansH's sister yelled again simultaneously - but under different names: Zia and Alisah.

Brother Sanjeev whose position was closest to me directly grabbed me and grabbed my head. "Zia, what's wrong with you, honey? Wake."

Exactly at the same time HansH wanted to say the same thing, but not so, only three words managed to escape his lips, "Alisah, you are flirt-" no other words, no other words, but the seconds flashed so fast, HansH swiftly grabbed me from Brother Sanjeev. He carried me and fled me to the consumption cabin.

"Water," he cried out to anyone who might listen to him.

Vikram, he's the one who got me water while HansH keeps calling my name, he's patting me on the cheek to make me realize.

No. gabe. I didn't faint completely. I just feel dizzy, and I can actually keep myself strong if I want to. But I had no choice. I don't want to try hard when I'm in this state of emergency.

I opened my eyes for a moment and closed them again. "My head is dizzy" I said, grinning and holding my head.

O Lord, I swear on Your behalf, I do not mean to constantly lie to HansH, but it is these circumstances that compel me.

"Sister, this is the water." Vikram handed the glass to HansH.

HansH. "Drink, honey. Let me help you."

A few sips of water made it through my throat. "Thank you" I said. I did not dare look around, but managed to make sure that Sanjeev had managed to control his emotions and, himself. He didn't try to get too close to me again so that everyone wouldn't be too suspicious anymore, at least for now.

"Your head hurts again, you need to take medicine."

I'm shaking. "My medicine is in the car. I. I want to go home. Get me out of here, please?"

"Oh, want to escape."

"Shut your mouth, Sheveni!"

"Why, Brother? It's the same thing as before. You don't want to find out why this street girl* is in the guy's toilet with that jerk guy? Hmm?"

Angrier. HansH looked at his first sister sharply. "Enough! Watch your talk, Sheveni," hansH said loudly but restrainedly.

"Well, how about we just find the evidence? Maybe there's a cctv around the toilet, right? There might be a clue and we'll know what the facts are. Yeah. I hope your boyfriend's on the street* this isn't-"

Brak!

HansH kicked the table. "Shut your mouth!" His eyes are getting sharper.

"Enough!"

"But, Brother."

Just at that moment, Brother Sanjeev slipped away. I knew very well where he was going and what he was going to do: remove all evidence at all costs. The one who goes to the toilet with me is himself.

"Enough, Sheveni. I don't want to get mad at you because you're my sister" HansH said without looking at her. "But never insult Alisah. He's my girlfriend and I love him so much. My love for Alisah is as great as my love for all of you. Like it or not, she's my future wife and will be your sister-in-law. Be nice to her, and, listen to your sister's request. Don't argue. You gotit?"

Sheveni did not say.

"Vicky, take your wife home."

"Good, Brother."

"We all go home."

Everyone dispersed, while I was still confused.

"My HansH, I...."

"I believe you." He looked at me clingy.

"Thank you" I said, looking at him kneeling before me with guilt.

I don't deserve him. He trusted me so much, but me? I just keep lying.

"My HansH's...."

"Shhh.. forget it."

"But what the man said just now"

Somehow exactly, it happened so fast that I didn't notice it. But unlike his speed, and unlike the lightning as before, HansH kissed me for a very long time. Long time. Her lips stuck to my lips so passionately. Full of emotion.

"Now tell me, does the past matter?"

I'm shaking.

"good. That's not important."

"But what he said was-"

"lik! It's all a lie, okay?"

"You sure?"

"I believe you."

"But-"

"The story is. he hasn't even had a chance..," HansH's words faltered, but then slipped even faster, "he hasn't had time to remove his pants**him. So how would you.. You understand, right?"

I nodded, laughing with relief, I wiped the tears that had soaked my cheeks earlier. "You're sure, aren't you, that's how it happened?"

"Yes, seriously. I'm not lying. And more important than that, everything that happens is out of your control. You're drunk and horny. So you're totally innocent, okay?"

But he said that Alisah and she were having an affair. Ah, but that's impossible. That's not true. Joshi is a liar. He must be lying. There was no way Alisah would act that low.

"Active?"

"Eh? Em, huh?"

"Don't daydream. Or do I want to kiss again?"

"Come on. You are, yes...."

He grinned wide. "We're home?"

"Em." I'm nodding.

Well, HansH came back to carry me. "I love you, Madam. I love you."

"I love you more...."

I also love her very much, even though my love is above lies.