Hey everyone.
It has been weeks since the canteen incident when riddhima brokedown in sid's arms, weeks since armaan had his heart broken to pieces all over again, weeks since sid saw silent tears flowing down armaan's face outside the cafeteria. Weeks, weeks since all the three had a break down for different reasons. Riddhima for fear of losing sid to her infatuation she had on armaan in the past which has appeared into her present, armaan with the loss of one person he cared in the world, sid with the tears and pain he has caused to riddhima.
Weeks since they have started to lifelessly do their work only for the sake of it. Weeks since sid and riddhima are on path of rejuvenating their relationship their way, week since armaan started focussing his pain to different other activities. Weeks since armaan's evening abode became either a cheap bar in the corner of city, wealthy discos or pubs , his dingy and crappy fightclub. Every day he would work at the hospital, take care of his patients but in the evening getting down his shift he would quickly make his way to any one of his safety sanctuary. He had started drinking heavily drowning his pain in the unconsicous world of booze. They were mornings he woke up dishelved on the bar couch while the workers cleaned around him. he would then make his way to his house, and immerse himself into his tub and then make way to the hospital without total rest, his eyes puffy and skin hanging under his eyes. People at hospital noticed it and there were light rumours of him but none spoke to him and he didn't care for the rumours.
Today too was similar, he woke up this time in the locker of his fight club, blood clotted on his body from the previous day's fight. Purple bruises on his forehead, stomach and other major parts of his body. Disoriented he strutted weakly to the showers and sat by the shower still weak and dizzy. He didn't know for how much time he was there, until someone who worked there woke him up. They helped him into a private cab with his address as they retrieved it from his wallet. At his apartment, the security people helped him to his bed and left him in peace. He slept timelessly, his work forgotten in his slumber. He would slightly moan at times in sleep, rolling on the bed but never woke up.
It was finally at six that he felt relaxed, the sleep provided him with enough rest to heal his pain. He winced as he pulled himself into sitting position. He looked around to see where he was and a heavy sigh left him as he realised he was back in his home. It was lonely, with no one to ask about him. no pictures of family on the walls, they were completely bare. He finally looked at clock on the wall to see it was six. Another sigh escaped him as he realised he has missed his duty, and he didn't even call in to the hospital. But there was nothing he could do now, and he wasn't either bothered to do anything, his duty hours were done, it was his usual time for his outing. So he picked himself, took an extra hour to clean and bandage his wounds. Then with his jeans and black tshirt perfectly bounding his physique left with his bike keys and helmet.
An hour later he found himself in the corner of a famous pub, which was now filled with people living their nite life. He chugged down his drink and threw it on the table which joined his other empty glasses. Throwing his head back onto the sofa he sat he closed his eyes and waited for some effect of the drinks but he still felt the pain. His heart wasn't numbed, it was still beating hard, he wanted it to stop, he didn't want to feel the beats. Groaning he pulled himself up and signed for another drink of coke and jack daniels. He sat there drinking completely out of the place, he didn't notice the people around him, he sat there alone in the crowd of hundreds. A long time passed and he didn't even notice that the seat beside him was occupied. He didn't notice the person sitting beside him, he just sat their nursing his every glass of drink as if praying for it to work wonders to numb his heart before he chugged it down in one sip. He didn't notice the person beside him who was looking at him curiously, he didn't wonder what she was doing there, he didn't bother to look what she looked like, he didn't bother that she was looking at him only. He was completely high and drunk.
He was slipping into sleep when a commotion broke out in the pub, near the place where he sat. it brought him to alertness but didn't break his tipsy drunk stupor completely. The sounds grew louder, he could hear people arguing shouting at each other, calling names, a series of profanities from the persons. But he didn't make move to stop it he still sat on his seat still in his own world. He didn't feel the hand of person sitting beside him on his arm as she held as he swayed with the drinks. He was too drunk to realize his swaying. With the passing time the fight in the pub grew louder and even more violent. The persons involved started fights, throwing fists at each other to show their power. The staff was trying to break it down but with failure. In the uncontrollable battle of the persons, fist of a person hit armaan in his stomach missing his opponent. But the person didn't wait to check on armaan who was coughing violently with pain, holding his stomach as the hit brought out the pain from his fight the day before, instead he moved onto his opponent. The woman beside him immediately kneeled before him in panic as she saw him coughing violently with pain. She saw him holding his stomach. She calmed him running her hand through his hair, whispering words of soothness to him. she moved his hand away from his stomach, rolled his shirt to find bruise on his stomach. She moved her hand over it delicately only to find him hiss in pain. She quickly withdrew her hand. In her care for armaan she didn't notice the arrival of the police, or them breaking the fight. She didn't even care then about the rest of the people, she only looked at the person sitting before her who was howling in pain. She quickly made calls while still looking at him. as she ended the call she saw her people at the entrance of the pub and brought them to her attention waving to them. She motioned towards armaan whose moans were silent now, and quickly ushered them out with them carrying armaan in their arms.
Arjun
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