Hello!
So, after much nagging and threatening by some people, i decided to write something, even though it turned out to be really bad. But i'm still going to post it, and hope that you will not hate it as much as i do. Here goes, it's a dialogue fic, but still hope you like it. It's a bit long, but please read it!!
"Life isn't fair."
"Yeah, so?"
"Could you be anymore of a jerk?"
"Jerk? Who? Me?"
"Yes. You. In case you forgot, your name is Yuvraj Dev. The greatest big-headed jerk that lived."
"So you think I'm a jerk?"
"Yes, I do. Didn't we just go over this?"
"Did we?"
"Yes, we did. Gosh, would you please give five seconds to myself?"
"Hmmm… no I don't think so. So tell me, how did we get stuck here?"
"Stuck?"
"Don't tell me Anvesha, you actually think it's comfortable to be stuck in a five square kilometers room with you for company. Unless, of course, it was you who planned it so that you would be alone with me. Of course, I don't blame you, it's my dashing looks and all…"
"You know, it's funny that you mention your dashing looks. I agree with you on that point, they are so dashing that anyone will dash into the wall after seeing them…in horror."
"Oh, haha Anvesha, do you really think you're that funny?"
"No, but apparently you do."
"…"
"Yuvraj?"
"I'm sorry, did you just call me Yuvraj?"
"Yes, what's so funny about that?"
"Well, its just that the last person to call me Yuvraj was… no one. Oh, come on, I was only named Yuvraj because on the day of my birth my father had a fantasy that he was going to be the king of Gaga-land, and he, being the very loving father, thought I would be the "Yuvraj"."
"Do you tend to go on long rants often, or is it just when you're bored?"
"…..No, mostly when I'm with you."
"Should I feel special?"
"It depends. Do you want to?"
"You know what? You really need to stop talking, your voice is extremely annoying."
"Well, obviously you hadn't heard your voice yet because believe you me, when you start to talk I feel that someone is drilling a hole right through the middle of my eardrums."
"…"
"Anvesha?"
"…"
"ANVESHA?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you say something? Because here I was, having a nice uninterrupted dream about crushing your extremely oversized ego to the ground, but then I look at you, and what a pity! It's still there."
"You're getting good at this."
"At what?"
"Insulting others. That was supposed to be my pro, you know."
"Boo-hoo. Oh, is the prince of Gaga-land going to cry? Aww… did I hurt Your Highness?"
"You know what? Stop that."
"Fine, but how are we going to get out of this mess?"
"Well, when the janitor comes to clean tomorrow morning, we can hope that he opens the basement and lets us out. Because I'm sure that no one can hear your voice up there, no matter how shrill you are."
"So…"
"…."
"Life isn't fair."
"Oh. My. God. Are we really doing this? Are we really running around in circles? I mean, it was a great conversation starter and all, but I don't see how discussing the unfairness of life will help us out of here."
"No… it's just that everything is so messed up right now, you know? I am so swamped at work I can't even go buy a decent meal. I don't know, it's like all my life I have wanted to be where I am. And now that I'm there all I can think about is how it sucks and how I would give anything to not be there."
"Look here Anvesha, are you—I mean, really, are you looking for a shoulder to cry on? Because I can damn sure tell you that I'm not that person."
"Wow. Thank you so much for your help. I feel so refreshed!"
"Glad I can help."
"No, really, just the way you go around insulting people, pretending to be so macho and tough, it makes my heart melt."
"Fine, you want to know God's old truth? Life isn't easy. And if you thought right since you were a little girl that everything will be served to you on a gold ornamented plate, you couldn't be further from the truth. I mean, who put the notion in your head that life will be simple? Just because you got through high school and college and managed to get an average grade slash an average guy doesn't mean the life is a bed of roses. You've got to work hard for it."
"But I do. I work so hard to get all my work documented in time, I work so hard to try to get the better offers, I just don't know what to do."
"Well, you could start by blaming yourself."
"Wow! Thanks for being so sensitive."
"I told you before, didn't I? I am not sensitive. But in the past hour we've been here, all you've done is whine and whine and whine and whine about how bad your life is, and how bad work is, and how bad your social life is. Why do you keep blaming everything on everyone else? You blame your work for not having a life, you blame your boss for not giving you the offers you really want, you blame your friends for not looking out for you at work, heck you're even blaming me for not listening to your pathetic tale. But here's the inside scoop; You don't have a social life because you don't talk to people about things which don't concern work, and frankly people get bored. All you do is to suck up to your boss, and if I were him, I would hate that. And as for your so called friends who don't look out for you, tell me one thing. When was the last time you looked out for them? You should get over yourself, get your act together and stand up for yourself."
"Yeah, but what if it's too hard? What if it's something---"
"I have no idea if it's hard or easy, Anvesha, but I will tell you this. Nothing that you really want in your life comes easily. You've got to work hard for it. Look, I've known you since what? High school? College? I've known you to be this tough, strong girl who stands up for others, who helps her friends. Hell, the only time I've seen you cry is when you heard about the bet and how I dumped you. What happened to that girl whom I knew at high school?"
"It's really none of your business…"
"It's not? Well, I bloody well think it is. What are you trying to prove? And to whom? Anyone who looks at you can see how miserable you are. Anyone who even spares you a glance can see how hard you are working just to make people like you. And you know the icing to the cake? Anyone who looks at you can see you pathetically and completely you are in love with me."
"….."
"Well?"
"How… How did you know? I mean, do you…"
"How do I know? Because I know you since forever. And do I love you? No, I don't."
"…."
"Look, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, it sounded a lot better in my head."
"No, I totally understand. No, I mean, it's fine. It's just so worthless, isn't it? I spend the last ten years moping around after you, even though I see you everyday and at every minute, and all I can hope is that you will tell me exactly how you feel. And now that I know, I would give anything to go back in time."
"See, that's your problem. Once again, you're blaming me for something you should blame yourself. You discover your true soul-mate when you are in a really bad place. When we broke up, I was a mess. And then when I met her, she comforted me. She took me out to movies, she didn't shout or throw tantrums when I mentioned you consistently. She was compassionate. And that's exactly what you need: someone who will be with you without changing you even a little bit. And now we're getting married. And I love her, I really do."
"So we were never meant to be, eh?"
"I guess not."
"….."
"….."
"……"
"Oh, and Ashi?"
"Yes?"
"I… didn't know you were in love with me before. It's just that the door of this room was never locked, but you didn't leave."
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