Without further ado here is the first part of the story :) Yes you can see all the sadist streaks on here :P Hope you enjoy reading as much as we enjoyed writing it :)
His punching bag lay broken at one end of the room. The mirror pieces fell shattered on the floor as the dumbell he threw at it had broken it to bits.
Randhir singh shekhawat a broken man
Her face kept appearing in front of his eyes no matter how hard he tried. The women whom he wanted to hate but couldn't. the person he wanted to ignore but couldn't.
Randhir beta' her voice kept echoing.
Today renuka sanyal the women god had deemed to be his mother had acted like the dumbell. Going to meet her had shattered Him to pieces. He never should have gone listening to that sanyukta. The sight he saw was still tormenting him. His parents bickering and quarrelling in front of his own eyes!
Randhir again picked up the dumbell aiming it at the door. But he lost his balance and the dumbbell fell straight to his toe. It started bleeding heavily. Randhir sat down holding his toe with both his hands.
His mind brought out an old unforgotten day back into focus.
"Maaa" a hurt randhir cried as he rushed towards renuka with his bruised and bleeding hand.
"Dekho ma us kabir ne mujhe gira diya. Its paining Ma. Mai uske saath kabhi nahi khelunga.
Ma please ise kissi deke theek kardo na jaise T.V .mei karte hai!"
"Maaa randhir" shouted to grab her attention when he saw her too engrossed in her laptop to not even notice him.
"Oh god randhir!Tum carpet pura ganda kardoge. Go get yourself bandaged from ramu kaka she said before she again turned her eyes to the laptop"
A dejected randhir left, his hazel orbs brimming with tears.
As he searched for his father in the huge house, he finally found him lying the bedroom with two empty bottles lying by and the third half filled in his hand.
Randhir ran to his room and locked himself inside crying himself to sleep cursing his fate.
What luck he had.! A mother who didn't have the time to care and a father who was never conscious enough to care.
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"Mai kal bhi akela tha. Aaj bhi akela hi hun. Nothings changed after all."
Just then he heard a noise. He turned to see the girl who was the root cause of all this standing infront of him.
THE SANYUKTA AGARWAL
Randhir looked at the girl eye to eye. He detested her to no lengths. She was the cause for all of his agony and pain right now. If only he hadn't listened to her. There was a sudden urge in him to stand up yank her towards the wall and slam her into it. But he was too weak to do any of that. He didn't have the strength to fight. Especially with her. She for some reason always saw through him. She always touched the sensitive parts where it hurt the most. And today he didn't have it in him to be hurt anymore.
Sanyukta stook there for a while scared at the sight before her. This wasn't randhir singh shekhawat rank no1 sitting in front of her. It was a broken person who seemed like he had lost his purpose in life. Sanyukta hated seeing him this way. This wasn't her randhir.
She had to get him out of this. This wasn't the time for him to break down. This was the time his mother needed him the most.
Few hours earlier
"Hello sanyukta"
"Hello renuka mam. How are you? How was your dinner with randhir?"
"Dinner with randhir? You mean he came here?"
"Yes ma'am, atleast I think he did! I talked to him and he had agreed for the same. Is everything alright ma'am?"
"Sanyukta Beta. Thank you for doing that for me. If you could convince him once maybe this time you could fully convince him to come meet me rather than return from the doorstep. I am in the hospital sanyukta. I am in the last stage of cancer. Doctors say I don't have any time left. Before I die I want one last evening with my son sanyukta. I want my randhir back. Please can you send him to me. Its my one last wish."
She hung up with tears in her eyes before sanyukta got a chance to reply back.
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"Hahaha" she laughed as her laughter boomed inside the hostel room.
"I think I should paint the word-loser inside your hostel room again. Look at yourself",she said as she clapped her hands together and started laughing harder.
Still there was no response from him.
"You are such a big loser. You call yourself rank no1? You can't even win your own moms attention. Haha"she laughed sarcastically.
"I pity you randhir, Becha..."
"Just shut up you..." He said as he got up slamming her to the wall giving in to his urge at last.
"Tumhari bakwas sun raha hun iska matlab yeh nahi ke tum kuch bhi bolti jaogi aur mai chup chap suntan rahunga.I am rank no 1 and I can do anything."
"Rank no 1 my foot. A scared ass coward person like you can never be no 1 randhir singh shekhawat. A person who cant be his own mom's at her last moment can never achieve anything ever."
"Last moment?"
"Your mother has cancer of the last stage Randhir. No matter what a son should know atleast this much about his mother."
"Jab mai mar bhi rahi houngi mera beta mere saath hoga. I will not die a lonely r
"So what mere liye toh wo kabki mar chuki hai" retorted back . His ego in full swing not letting him feel any other emotions that were spurring up inside him.
"Randhir theres a limit to being an MCP as well. Just because your mother couldn't be there for you when you were a child you won't give her the satisfaction of being with her now? Doesn't a mother who gave birth to you even deserve that much? Don't you owe it to her. If you hurt her the same way she hurt you. What will be the difference between you and her. Don't be so petty randhir. Don't be a coward who isn't strong enough to forgive and forget. Go to your mother. She needs you."
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