randhir , sanyukta and TAYLOR SWIFT ! - Page 3

Randhir nearly laughed his arse off when Sanyukta threw that handful of rice right in Samir's face. He was sure it was intentional, for she ducked behind another guest so no one would know it was she, but randhir saw the whole thing. Well, bully for her, he thought.

He sat behind her during the wedding. She kept her head down during most of the ceremony. She even said, "Ha!" right out loud when samir proclaimed to 'love, honour, and cherish' her bride. He watched her go back in the chapel after the wedding party and the other guests left. Maybe she forgot something. He would just sit outside and wait for her. He didn't know why he wanted to wait, he just did. She looked like she could use a friend. Since there wasn't one of her friends present, he would have to do.

He was now on speaking terms with Samir and Parth, not friends, but friendly. However, he had not seen Sanyukta in three years. He knew they were all still friends; at least Parth and she were, because Parth had a picture of her on his desk. randhir stopped and looked at it occasionally. She really had grown into her looks. She was almost pretty now. Actually, she was even prettier in person. Why samir picked Vidushi over Sanyukta, randhir would never know, but then again, he always did question the samir's sanity.

She certainly had been in the chapel for a long time now. Perhaps she disapparated from inside. He was probably out here waiting for her for no apparent reason. He was wasting his time. He decided to open the door and see if she was still there.

She was.

She was crying.

Damn.

Surely, she was not mourning the loss of the chomu . She was smarter than that. Maybe some of that rice hit her in the eye. That must have been why she was crying.

She was crying for goodness sakes.

What to do? What to do? Should he wait for her now? She saw him open the door. She turned and looked right at him. If he left now, she would think he was an insensitive git. He would have to wait for her.

After exchanging pleasantries with her, she said she was going to go home and get drunk. Not on his watch, she wasn't. He suggested they go somewhere together and to his astonishment, she agreed.

He drove both of them right to the place of reception.

"Why are we here?" she asked, "I thought you weren't coming to the reception.

"I thought it would be fun to come here and make fun of people. I know making fun of people always makes me feel better. Reminds me that I am superior," Randhir remarked, adding, "And I'm sure they have plenty of vodka here."

"But, I wasn't planning on coming here," she said softly.

"It will be fun," Randhir urged. "We can have some alcohol, something good to eat, and as stated before, sit around and make fun of people."

She laughed and said, "But, that's not nice."

"And your point is?" he asked.

"My point is that, that's not nice," she said again.

"And your point is?" he said again, adding, "Whoever said I was nice? You aren't that nice either, if I recall."

"I'm very nice," she said.

"Blah, blah, blah," he mocked, "That's all I hear when you say things like that." Randhir steered her toward an empty table, and they sat down.

Parth Kashyap took that moment to walk up to the pair. He thought it was odd they were sitting by each other. For all he knew, they were not even friends. parth leaned down, kissed sanyukta's cheek, and said, "I was worried. I thought maybe you wouldn't show up to the reception."

Randhir excused himself to go get them some drinks.

"I'm surprised you even noticed I wasn't here,Parth," she said.

"Of course I noticed. I've been worried about you all day. You seemed sad at the chapel," he said.

"No, I'm fine," she lied.

Randhir came back and heard what she said. He knew she was lying to parth .

Parth squeezed Sanyukta's hand and said, "Come sit with us."

"At the wedding party table?" she asked, shocked. "I hardly think so. Go on, Parth, have fun."

He leaned down and said, "I want to make sure you're alright."

Randhir said, "She's fine."

"I really wasn't speaking to you," Parth said. Just then, jiggy called to parth that it was time to take some pictures and he left.

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She still made a funny face while drinking the drink. He said, "For heaven's sakes, Sanyukta, have you even ever had alcohol?"

"Don't waste your time making fun of me, find someone else," Sanyukta said, putting her glass down on the table. "I'll start. You pick someone, and I will make fun of them."

"Fine, let the games begin," Randhir smiled. "How about that lady?" He pointed toward a woman.

Sanyukta said, "First, her hair looks like it was caught in a hurricane, and her robes look like a troll vomited on them. She even has more of a pug face then Vidushi does."

Randhir laughed and said, "That's the bride's mother."

"NO!" she said, hitting his hand.

"YES!" he mocked, hitting her hand back.

She laughed for thirty seconds and then said, "The apple certainly doesn't fall far from the tree. Your turn, that man there, go for it."

Randhir said, "He must have let a blind monkey pick out his robes, for everyone knows black and yellow look horrendous together. He looks like a giant bumblebee."

Sanyukta said, "Buzz, Buzz. That's Samir Mittal's father, and it probably was a blind humdinger pixie, not a monkey."

"A what?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Nothing, pick for me now," she urged.

He thought, 'that's the spirit', and said, "The woman with the funny hat."

Sanyukta said, "She must have transfigured a peacock and put it on her head, not realizing that the spell didn't work."

"Vidushi's aunt," he laughed.

"You liar!" she squealed.

"Never," he said.

"Never?" she begged to differ.

"Okay, all the time, but that really is her aunt," he amended.

Sanyukta said, "Tell me about that lady over there," and she pointed at Samir's dadi.

"That old lady looks like she had her face cursed to resemble the back side of an orangutan," Randhir said.

Sanyukta laughed so hard some of her drink came out of her mouth. She said, "That's Samir's granny!" She wiped her chin.

"It's kind of funny," he said, "how all the really ugly people here are related to the bride and groom."

Sanyukta stated, "Goodness, can you imagine what their children will look like?"

Randhir said, "Apparently they will look like orangutan arses with peacocks on their heads."

That made sanyukta smile and laugh. She said, "I'm having fun, Randhir, Thanks."

Randhir thought Agarwal had beautiful eyes, a deep chocolate brown. When she was examining herself in the mirror, he had the urge to turn her around and look at them more closely. She probably would have murdered him.

To think, she thought there was something wrong with her. Crazy girl.

He sat down on the floor in the upstairs hall, and to his delight, she sat down next to him. He said, "So, what game can we play now?"

"I don't know, you're good at picking the activities, you decide," she said.

She tripped on the very last step, and fell on her knees. Her hands reached out to catch her as she fell on the landing below. Several of the guests from the wedding were in the kitchen, as well as Parth.

Everyone rushed up to her, including Randhir , who was on the landing.

"Did Randhir push you?" parth asked angrily.

Randhir reached down to help her up. She accepted his hand. He kept her hand in his and escorted her over to sit at the kitchen table.

Randhir stood up. Kashyap was staring right at him, with a menacing look. Parth said, "What's your angle?"

"Excuse me?" Randhir asked.

"You and Sanyukta . What's going on?" he asked more specifically.

"Nothing. We're just having a nice time at a wedding, is anything wrong with that? Would you rather that she had stayed at the chapel, had a good cry, and then forgo the reception for a bottle of vodka and some ice cream at home, all by her self?" Randhir rattled.

Before Parth could process what Randhir said, Sanyukta came back down the table and held out her hand. "All better," she said.

THEY WERE UNDER THE EFFECT OF ALCOHOL OF COURSE .

"Come Agarwal, we have a game to play," he said, holding out his hand for her. He held out his arm earlier, and she took it. Would she now take his hand? She took it when she was injured, so what would be the harm if she took it now? She looked at his hand, then at Parth. She took Randhir's hand and said, "See you in a bit, parth. We're off to play a game, I guess."

They went out to the front porch. There was an old white wooden swing hanging from the porch, suspended by a rusted chain. The paint was peeled, and some of the spindles from the back were missing. randhir steered them toward the swing, and they both sat at the same time.

"Do you think it will handle our weight?" she asked.

"It will mine, now yours is another thing," he said.

"You aren't nice, are you?" she said, actually amused at what he said.

Ignoring her disparagement on his character, he said, "What to play, what to play...let me think for a moment."

"Oh, heavens," Sanyukta said, "If you have to think, we'll be here all day."

"You're not that nice, either, I've just decided," he said to her.

"I know a game!" she said excited. She turned in the swing to face him. "We have to pick a fictional character or someone from history, and the other person has to ask ten questions, and we have to remain in character when answering. The other person tries to guess who we are."

He looked at her as if he just tasted something bad. Was she barking mad? That sounded boring. "I don't think so, as you've already concluded about me, I don't like to think too hard, and that game sounds like it requires a lot of brain power. I think we'll play the game of Truth or Dare."

"No, I'm not eleven years old," she said.

"Let's play Dare or Dare."

"No."

"Let's play Truth or Truth."

"No way."

"Let's play spin the bottle."

"With only two people? No, I'm not thirteen either."

By this time, he was swinging them quite high. She had her feet tucked under her body, since they were of no use. He was the pilot and the navigator. Sanyukta finally said, "Don't swing us so high, I seriously doubt this swing will hold us."

"Is Agarwal scared?" he mocked, swinging even higher. The rusted chains squeaked and squealed. Sanyukta looked up to the ceiling of the porch, to make sure the chains were secure in the eyehooks.

She said, "Please slow down."

"No!" he said. With that said, he jumped forward, landed on the floor of the porch, and the swing bounced all around. He put his hand on one of the chains to stop the movements.

After it stopped, she stood up and said, "You, Shekhwat , a JERK !"

She walked back in the house.

In a very bad mood.

Damn it!