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So Boxy The Foxy wanted ManBir OS -But it looks like I will have to make it two-Shorts! This one is from Manik'sPOV.Now,I need to work on Cabir's POV - the continuation. I will make it longer, I promise!Bye!
THE COMPANY WE KEEP:
He feels restless, he feels content, he feels at peace and he is going out of his mind. He is elated, he is nervous, he is scared shitless but he feels confident. He has trust, he believes and he has left himself bare and vulnerable in faith. He feels complete, so absolute with her presence filling him to the brim, and so empty, so much space he just wants to give it to her to occupy it to her heart's content. He feels different, he feels so new. He feels like a stranger who had been waiting to be known to him, always walking with him, inside him, beside him but now that stranger is him, and he doesn't feel like a stranger at all.
He feels, feels so much, feels it but refuses to give a name to it. He doesn't know why! Or maybe he does but he doesn't want to even think about why he won't just accept it! The world around him is changing; falling apart, broken into billions of pieces and reconstructing itself again. But he will hold on to it, hold on until nothing is left to hold onto. And then he will fall ... but he already is, it is happening -- he is falling so hard, so fast like a meteor... He is falling ...falling ...falling in ...in...
"...Bloody Hell"
No, what? Not hell, he still has time before that happens. Falling in ...
"Bullshit..."
Manik's eyes snap open with the sound of glass shattering and he looks outside the door of his room, from where the noises of shouting just came; shouting which has turned into frustrated growls and colorful words. He tries to get up only to realize he was sleeping with his head hanging down from the end of the bed. He sits up, feeling dizzy.
Two empty bottles of beer are sitting beside his feet on the bed and he kicks them off. A bottle of vodka sits on the table with his glass still untouched. He fell asleep apparently. He looks at the clock beside his bed; he passed out half an hour ago out of exhaustion. He only had that one bottle of beer.
Cabir is not here, neither is his glass of vodka.
Manik is pretty sure that glass just got sacrificed on the Altar of Cabir's seldom seen temper. He picks up his own glass, the bottle and goes to look for the guy. He stumbles around, still a little hazy with sleep. Despite not drinking much, today was a very entertaining day, a very happening one to be humble. But he doesn't do humble. The day was f**ked up.In fact the last few days have been weirder than usual and he is still feeling an itch in his hand to strangle someone to death for even thinking about hurting her. His... "Friend". At least they are on their way to become "Best Friends" na, albeit very ...Slowly.And he is still suspicious about his 'Khuddar Yaar' who disappears at weird times to fend for himself.He rolls his eyes only to feel like they will fall off. That being said, he knows that is not possible. So why do people say it in the first place? Exaggeration, theatrics ... Not his thing! No, really. It is all because of spending too much time around some people.
People like this guy, his friend who is sitting on the ground in his room, head resting on the end of the bed, glaring at his cell phone which is thrown haphazardly a few feet away from him. The frown on his face, the trembling lips, both hands wrapped around himself and a hard look in his eyes --He is angry. He is upset but more than that there is anger. This wouldn't have been the case if he was talking to his Mom. With her, there is no anger, just disappointment and sadness.
He walks up to him, avoiding the shattered glass and vodka spilled on the floor. He sits himself down beside Cabir and waits. He waits for ten whole seconds and not a word of sarcasm and sass is thrown at him, no smart one-liners, nothing. If that doesn't show how serious the situation is, nothing else would.
He hands out his glass, staring sideways at his friend. He moves the glass closer, in front of his face and starts shaking it.
Just when he actually thinks about dropping some of it, two hands come up around the glass.
Watch it, you will ruin my jeans.'
Well, why the hell are you wearing them at home?'
Cabir pushes the drink away and he is about to say something about the miracle that is Cabir refusing alcohol, but the bas***d swiftly moves his hands over Manik's other side and snatches the whole bottle away.
Thanks for the drink, bro!' he grins at him and starts tossing down the said drink. He is itching to ask who it was on the phone but he knows better. Though, he can think of some people. None of them are on his people I tolerate and put up with' list.
And only if there was space in your head where you could store information not related to Nandini Madam...' Cabir says, arching an eyebrow at him, staring suspiciously.
Manik looks up hurriedly, frowning at his friend. Screw You..I wasn't even THINKING about Nandini, shut up'he hisses lowly.
...you would have remembered that we were going out, like not even an hour ago dude.'
Manik frowns harder, thinking about that. And then he recalls. They had just planned out of nowhere. Cabir had left to get dressed and he too was about too, but he was sprawled on the bed, too comfortable and he was thinking about her. Then, he fell asleep.
Wasn't even thinking about Nandini ...' Cabit imitates him and then snorts. Manik narrows his eyes at him but lets it go this time. If it was a different situation, he would have throttled the idiot.
Whatever, so why are you sulking here? -- Lets go.I will be ready in two minutes.Let's take any car you want.'
He chucks down his own drink and starts getting up.
It was my Dad ...' Cabir says, looking outside the window. Manik stops halfway, he stills and stares at Cabir. After what feels like hours of nothingness, he just sighs and gets up anyway.He wasn't expecting Cabir to say anything right now.He probably won't say anything more for now. He stands there, looking around and wondering why they can't have a day to themselves without someone and something f**king it up for them. Sometimes he feels unreasonable, more so than usual. Why can't they all just live their lives without their so called families putting them down, falling so hard themselves and dragging them too? Why won't they just leave? Why can't they give them the space they ask for, they crave, they deserve? And if they have left, living their lives without them in it, so why can't they just let them live their lives without interfering, without demanding that they be treated like parents and family? What do they even think of what family means?Why is it that even when they have done nothing to deserve to be called parents, they still expect them to be their children?
Come one, Bro! Come, we are going out tonight. Screw them, screw him, and screw everyone else ...' he takes Cabir's hand and drags him up.
Yeah, sure! Let us consider this your bachelor's party.The last time you party like a real Single Rockstar because you don't plan to be single for long, do you?' Cabir drawls, wiggling his eyebrows. Manik just rolls his eyes.
His friend chuckles and gets up.He looks at Manik and hesitates, it looks like he wants to speak more, but Manik shakes his head and smiles. He squeezes the back of Cabir's neck and leaves to get ready.
They will talk, Cabir will talk but when he is ready to do so.He doesn't want Cabir to talk for him, he wants him to do it for himself. Right now and they are going out to paint the town Red.
If that sounds too theatrical, well f**k you it is all because of the company he keeps.
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