Omar loves that Bitch !

SCENE 5: I LOVE THAT BITCH!

Omar is left in the room with the boys. They bring out the Sheesha and start smoking again.

Mohammad (quivering) That girl (points towards the window) is one freak of nature. Shameless aggressive thing with the biggest mouth in the world. I hate such women. And the way she dresses up, like guys? God, disgraceful!

Omar (defensively) Watch it, dude! You’re talking about my friend here.

Ali and Ryan look at Omar who sits still with his fists clenched, face muscles tensed and teeth grinded.

Dhrup Dude, grow some balls and stop bitching like girls!

Mohammad (cynical) No offense Omar but I’ll turn man enough the day that girl stops being a guy. (laughs)  Jokes apart. Given the right kind of guidance, that girl could turn into a bomb. What do you say Ryan?

Ryan Come on dude, she’s just a kid.

Mohammad A kid? Really? The first time I saw her, she had a fag in on hand and a bottle of Budweiser in the other. You know what such girls are called in Karachi?

Omar starts to get up and react. Ryan keeps his hand on his thigh and stops him.

Ryan Mohammad, get over it, she’s a nice girl.

Mohammad That’s the thing, I like nice girls being naughty. I bet that girl is a real naughty bitch in bed!

Omar gets up and punches Mohammad in the face.

Omar (raging) that bitch happens to be the girl I’m in love with. You douche bag! How dare you get your filthy eyes on my girl? You bastard! One more word from you and I swear I’ll kill you.

Mohammad is astonished but retaliates by head butting him. Omar’s lip and nose begin to bleed.

Ali and Ryan try stopping the two from hitting each other. Dev sits quietly in a corner sipping coke. There is another knock on the window. Its Ayesha.  Everyone gets up to leave the room except Omar. Ayesha enters looking bewildered.

Ayesha (looking at the boys go out of the room and not looking at Omar) Sorry, I forgot my keys (turns and looks at Omar’s bleeding face.) What the fuck just happened here? (Runs towards Omar and screeches) Omar, you’re bleeding!

Omar (cleans his lip with his finger) Yeah, it’ll be okay.

Ayesha (inquisitively) did Mohammad and you get into a fight?

 Omar nods his head and swears in Urdu.

Ayesha But why? I mean I know he’s a bit of a pompous asshole. And he’s judgmental and rude and has weird airs of his own. And hell! He stinks, like really stinks. Like a skunk, as if he hasn’t bathed in a hundred years. I’m sure I spotted algae growing around his neck. Oh and he has no respect for women. Not to forget, his MCP meter is topping the charts and man, is he a hypocrite or what. I swear I saw him smo…

Omar doesn’t let Ayesha complete what she’s saying. Instead, he hugs her tightly and she hugs him back.

Omar (apologetically) Look Ayesha, I’m sorry. (gets fidgety and starts walking around the room) But I think (pauses). I think I (pauses again.) I need to tell you something (goes and sits on the bed then gets up and starts walking around again).

Ayesha (worried) Omar, are you ok? What is it? Did you break my Ipod? Did you? Did you lose it. God! I knew it, I shouldn’t have lent it to you in the first place. How could you be so clumsy? Now you’re going to buy me a new one. And no, don’t tell me it was a mistake because I told you…

Omar (yells) Darn your Ipod. Now shut up and listen to me.

            Omar drags Ayesha to the chair makes her sit and kneels down on both his knees in front of her.

Omar (softly) I should’ve done this long ago because I’ve felt this since the day I first saw you. I was scared, scared you’ll shoo me away. But, I can’t stay like this anymore because I feel I’m going crazy (pauses and looks into her eyes). I see you everywhere I see, I want to hear your squeaky voice all the time. I can’t stand people saying anything about you, I feel like tearing them apart!  My heart starts misbehaving every time you touch me, even if it is to hit me (smiles). Nothing bothers me when I’m with you. It’s like I just can’t stop smiling when you’re next to me. I don’t remember the last night I spent without dreaming of you. (holds her hand) Ayesha, I’m in love with you, would you (laughs) Ok this might sound a bit sissy, but, will you be my girlfriend Aesh?

Ayesha (bluntly) No! I can’t. (with remorse) Omar, I started liking you the first time I met you at your stupid stall. You’re self-centered and self-absorbed and irritating and so many other things that I would hate to love. But I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, I just can’t get enough of you. (pauses and breathes out.)  I’m not ready for a commitment. I have ghastly past and I can’t afford to lose the friend I’ve found in you.

Omar (placates) Ayesha, being my girlfriend doesn’t make you any less of a friend to me. You’ll always have me by your side. Let’s give it a shot Aesh!

Ayesha (holding back her tears) Give it a shot? Give it a shot and then what Omar? What if it works? Will we be together forever after? Let’s get real Omar, I’m Indian and you’re Pakistani, and that explains everything. We can never be together. No matter how much we love each other. No matter how hard we try. You would eventually have to go back to Pakistan and I would return to India and if you think or parents would ever agree to such kind of an alliance then open your eyes, Omar. (Voice gets weaker) Omar, we live in England but we don’t belong here and neither do our families. You and I can never be anything more than friends. As harsh as it sounds, accept it, it’s the truth.

Omar (hugging Ayesha) I’d do anything for you , Aesh. I love you.

Ayesha  Anything? You’d do anything? Will you leave your parents, your friends, your family, your country for me? Will you, Can you? Because I can’t, and I won’t. We can never be together Omar.

Ayesha runs out of Omar’s room now crying openly. Omar is left, sitting by himself on his bed. In the distance,  he hears a sob