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8 Years back...
Sanjana's POV
*pout* *shrink your eyes* Me , Kavya & shrishti were ready for the perfect selfie, just when my phone rang flashing "Vivaan"
" Ugh Vivaan , is there anything in the world that you would let me do , without disturbing me?" I spoke in an irritated tone , earning a chuckle from him
"Sanju stop taking stupid selfies & come down fast , otherwise don't blame me if uncle catches us going to the club , and remember we aren't legal to go & I don't think your daddy dearest will like his daughter entering into a club, at this hour, that too faking her age" Karthik , the other nincompoop shouted , while i rolled my eyes
We were going to "Fabric" , a house club that had recently opened nearby. Ofcourse after lying to our parents. The boys had lied about group studies & about the girls , well I had lied to my parents that we were going to have a night stay, watching movies & some studying. *Indian children are brilliant at speaking lies.*
"Stuff the pillows under the blanket & play some random movie on the television, remember to keep the voice high . Mom should think we are actually inside the room" I ordered Kavya , while she nodded her head doing the same.
Meanwhile me & Dravya sneaked out of the room , to check the dangers , i mean my parents & when we found it was all clear, we ran out of the house . We hi-fied each other , & were proud of ourselves , probably more than we should have been.
"Here comes the brilliant liar & an expert at running from her house at midnight , Sanjana Singhania" Karthik and Vivaan said in a mocking while i shot daggers at them
"if you are done with that silly joke of yours can we move? My feet are hurting because of the heels." They laughed harder at the statement of mine
We got into the car & drove towards Fabric, obviously me scolding Vivaan every other second on his driving. He was the only one , who was 17 in our group, and obviously he had to show that superiority of his everytime. *eye rolls*
"Guys i have got the passes & please for god's sake behave maturely, especially you Sanju, you should look like an 18 year old" Karthik gave me a wicked smile while i glared at him.
We stood in the queue as the guard checked everyone's identity . It was our turn & we went inside the club, without any problems. Well it happens when your best friend has done P.H.D at faking his age . Karthik was one of those , who was never into studying & was clubbing ever alternate night. He was serious only about one thing in life that is photography .
"How do you do it Karthik ? How much alcohol have you drained into your system already at 16?" I asked him standing at the drinks corner.
"You need to be smart in this world Sanju , otherwise you cannot survive in thus world, especially when you are born to Indian parents " He spoke while taking a sip of his drink, alcoholic drink .
Karthik was a happy to go person , he was passionate about photography & wanted to persue it as his career ?
"What's the talk guys?" vivaan asked returning after parking the car. The ithers were already breaking the dance floor with their not- so-cool moves.
"Nothing, Karthik was telling me how to survive Indian Parents" We both chuckled at the statement while Karthik remained silent
"Karthik , I know whatever uncle did was wrong, but he is your father, and he will always want your good" Vivaan said in a concerned tone
"No Vivaan , that man has some personal grudges against me, I mean which father forces his son to leave their passion and take up Engineering! He just wants to show off my degree and earn some reputation for that personality of his. He knows very well it's just not my cup of tea. Then too. I hate that man!" Karthik said in an annoyed tone , while we looked at him with concern
Karthik never shared a loving relationship with his father, Jayant Sharma. Jayant uncle was always against everything Karthik wanted. The latest one being his career choice , he took beatings from him & what not. His mother couldn't speak anything against her husband, reason unknown to Karthik & adding to his turmoil. Thus he was draining all his pain into alcohol at such an age. Sometimes we felt bad for Karthik, but Jayant uncle was his father, and we didn't have any right to speak against him.
"Guys do you think I am adopted?" Karthik asked us and we looked at each other
"Um , I don't think , otherwise your parents would have preferred a better baby, wouldn't have they? I said and we three laughed .
"Vivaan, how's your basketball practice going? I hope you become the captain this time" I asked Vivaan trying to divert the topic
"It's going great Sanju , I hope I become the captain . Only if that Tanishq doesn't play his dirty tactics " Vivaan said making a disgusted face at the name of Tanishq.
"Guys everything will be fine. Common man, you have the Sanjana ,The great with you" I said winking at them while they gave me weird expressions
"Actually that's the only problem" Karthik said , while we three laughed sharing a friendly hug.
"Let's hit the dance floor now" I chipped excitedly
"Sanju , you won't embarrass us right ?" Vivaan asked with an innocent look & Karthik joined in.
"If you both want to get home in one piece, stop targeting me & get on to the dance floor. Nincompoops!" I spoke angrily
"Three nincompoops , i will mail our story to Rajkumar Hirani" Karthik said and we laughed at his joke , and went to burn the dance floor with our brilliant- according-to-us moves. Friendship was indeed beautiful.
Three best friends. Some problems. But they were always their for each other. Where will life take them?
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Hello! I know today isn't 26 September Actually i got over with my first exam i.e the social science exam, and I thought to have break! Moreover next is English, bit relaxed So I wrote a glimpse of their lives. Ignore the mistakes , as I haven't cross checked it , will do that soon. and i got the cover made, how's it? :D
Thanks for all the support
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