Subramanian Reddy had messed up. He knew. He had royally messed up. And as he watched her smile at another man, he wondered what went wrong? Did marriage end everything? How were they different? How didn't things end for him the minute he married Nalini? Why couldn't he move on?
"Tumhare ghar mein desi darru naam ki cheez kisine suni nahi hai kya?"
"Har cheez daru se celebrate nahi ki jaati hai, Raavan Kumar."
"Sochne wale par hai."
"Aur agar sochne wala toh ho toh gayi behes paani mein,"
"Darru toh mangi hai, tumhein toh nahi manga hai na,"
"Koi apni cheez bala mangta hai kya?"
"Toh tumne maan liya ki tum meri ho?"
"Mouke ke pe chauka marne ki koshish na karo toh behtar hai,"
"Chauka, ya mouke se humara kya lena, hum toh poore innings jeete hai,"
"Raman, coke ki bottle danton se mat kool yaar.. "
"Le lo, biwi ho na. Bottle kolo. Tum dentist ho, pata hai. Toothcaps ke 5pm wala lecture band
karo."
"Issi liye shaadi ki thi, bottle kolne ke liye,"
"Leh. Besharam mujhe kehti hai. Kitne dheet ho yaar tum. Sach mein."
"Fir se Kud Kud. Life mein na Raman, kuch kaam chup chap kiye jaate hai."
"Mujhe pata hai ki tum revenge ke liye tarsi ho, public mein ek foot ka distance. Aur chipakna
mat. Ek Mihika kaafi hai. Mihika ki fauj se bacha le mujhe baghwan."
"..."
"12 inch distance Ishita. Tum mujhe hug kyun kar rahi ho yaar. Hasna band karo. Kis musibat
mein fas chuka hoon yaar."
"..."
"Muh kholo. Tumne mere wali toh nahi li na? Mat karo yaar aise, Amma meri jaan ke legi."
"Stop sniffing me. Your alcohol isn't alcohol, it's toxic. Tolerance level ka faida mat uthao."
"Your alcohol tolerance level is higher than mine. Trust me, I know.."
"Kuch bhi."
"..."
"Yeh mumble karna kab suru kiya tumne. So annoying,"
"Accha, suno."
"Bolo,"
"Tumhare.."
"Mere?"
"Tumhare..."
"Mere.."
"Tumhare naak pe flour laga hai,"
"Ramaaannn. Teri toh,"
Nalini had dreamt of finding the man. The cold hearted conceited jerk who would let her change his heart and heal him, and then they would live happily ever after. Little did she know that such a love did not exist. That she wouldn't love not a man but an illusion of him. And when that illusion would fade she would lose herself. That love meant loving a person for who he is and not your illusion of him.
And as Ishita took an aim at her husband, and the business magnate shielded himself with the very steel plate he previously used to show his wife the flour mark he left on her face had Nalini realised that Ishita and Raman had come a long way to be where they were now. Or at least Ishita had.
Raman had twirled his wife around and her missed aim had caused the flour shower to land on her hair rather than the person she had aimed for. And a mini tantrum, whine and mock fury later when Raman ruffled though Ishita's hair had she realised that she was experiencing two people fall in love with each other and everyone around them with every passing moment. She was watching relationship grow. They were happy. Everyone was happy. Everyone but her. Could somebody's beginning be the ending to her current chapter? Would she be brave enough to move ahead? She didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted someone to look at her with pure adoration. To steal glances at her. She wanted to be someone's world. She wanted to be someone's priority. She wanted to be his number one. She wanted to be selfish. And she wanted to be in love. This time for real.
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