《HIGH //Abhishek Sharma Fanfiction//》4. Spoiled brat.
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Zaisha went flying up with the lat bar.
"You fine?" Manjot asked her, before I could open my mouth to ask the same question.
"Yeah." She said, standing on her feet.
"Oh, by the way, happy birthday!" Manjot wished.
"Thank you." She smiled at him.
"Happy birthday!" Mayank, Shubman and Kamlesh said in unison.
"Thank you guys." She chuckled.
"Happy birthday, Zaisha." I smiled.
"Thank you." She said, blushing.
I like the effect I have on her.
"You know them?" The gym instructor asked her.
"I met them last night." She told him.
"Then you might know that she has a huge crush on you, yeah?" The instructor asked me.
I smiled, but before I could say anything, Zaisha spoke.
"Can you stop embarrassing me? God!" She said, hiding her face in her hands, and walking away.
"Leg press machine." The gym instructor called out.
"Okay." She shouted.
"I'm Neelesh, but you can call me Neel." The gym instructor said, shaking our hands.
We greeted him and he led us to the machines.
"If you guys need anything, just let me know." He said, leaving us, and walking to where Zaisha was standing.
The boys and I did some warm up, looking at Zaisha.
She was trying so hard to push the weight up, but failed.
"Ughhhhh!" She shouted, trying to push the weight up again.
"Aishi, mai bol rahi hu, itna pressure mat daal, potty nikal jayega." A girl, on the treadmill said. She was there at the party last night too.
We couldn't help but laugh at her comment.
"Ughhhh!" Zaisha tried again.
"I can't feel my legs." She said, causing us to chuckle.
"That's what people say after a leg day, but I've no idea why you're saying it." Neel said, facepalming himself.
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"Go back to the dumbbells." Neel told her.
She got up quickly, running towards the dumbbells.
"2kgs, I'm coming!"
"5kgs minimum, Aishi." Neel told her.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes at him.
"She's really cute." Manjot said quietly, stretching his arms.
"Sadly, she's crushing on Abhay and not you." Mayank chuckled.
I laughed at that whereas Manjot rolled his eyes.
*
I was on the cables and pulleys, when I saw Zaisha running out of the gym.
She came in twenty minutes later, dressed in a pink kurti and white palazzo pants.
"Dhri, you want me to leave the house and car keys?"
"Ghar ka, I have an extra in my bag. Gaadi ki chaavi tu leke jaa. I'll have Neel drop me home, chill. Drive safe, bye." The girl said.
She walked towards Neel, who was with Kamlesh, helping him at the bench press.
"Bye Neel." She said, hugging him.
"Bye, kid. Drive safe."
"Bye guys." She said, looking at us.
We bid goodbye to her and she walked out.
*
The boys and I were done with our workout. We walked into the shower area to take a shower.
We were done in about thirty minutes and left.
"There's this really famous Nandi temple, let's go there." Kamlesh said.
"Terko kaise pata ye sab?" I asked him.
"Research." He smirked.
I smacked his head, while Manjot drove to the Nandi temple.
Manjot parked the car and we got out.
We walked into the temple after climbing god alone knows how many stairs.
While walking out of the temple, I saw Zaisha distributing food packets to the poor sitting around the temple.
She reached an old poor lady, gave her the food packet and touched her feet.
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Unknowingly, a smile made its way on my face.
I walked towards her.
"You want some help?" I asked.
She turned around.
"Hi." She smiled.
"Uh.. no it's okay." She quickly added, chuckling.
"Yeah, I can see. You're literally struggling to hold five bags. Give those to me." I said, taking the bags.
"Thanks." She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She handed food packets to the poor whereas I walked beside her holding the bags filled with food packets.
Half way through we were joined by the rest of the boys too.
"So you do this every year on your birthday?" I asked her, once we were done, handing her a bag which still had some food packets left.
"Well yeah, I go to an orphanage and oldage home first, distribute gifts there, and then visit Nandi temple to hand over food packets to all these people." She smiled.
"That's really thoughtful." I said, looking around at happy faces.
"Aur isko laga tum ameer baap ki bigdi beti ho." Mayank said, chuckling.
Zaisha looked at me and smiled.
"I would've taken offense, but I get that alot, so it doesn't really matter anymore." She smiled.
Man, I was so wrong about this girl.
"Anyway, I got to go, it was nice meeting you all. And yeah, thank you so much for helping me out." She said, still smiling.
We bid her goodbye, and she started walking down the stairs.
I smacked Mayank's head.
"Bolna zaruri tha?" I asked, glaring at him, causing the rest of them to chuckle.
"Muh se nikal gaya." He said, scratching his neck.
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Translations-
~ Aishi, mai bol rahi hu, itna pressure mat daal, potty nikal jayega- Aishi, I'm telling you, don't put too much of pressure, you'll poop your pants.
~ Ghar ka- House's
~ Gaadi ki chaavi tu leke jaa- Take the car keys with you.
~ Terko kaise pata ye sab?- How do you know all these?
~ Aur isko laga tum ameer baap ki bigdi beti ho- And he thought you were a rich spoiled brat.
~ Bolna zaruri tha?- Was it necessary to say it?
~ Muh se nikal gaya- Slipped out of my mouth.
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