"Get lost! I said get lost! Bola na maine get lost? So that means get lost."
"Par Karan sir ye.."
"I said get lost dammit!"
The sound of the vase turning into pieces on the floor made Girish startle and get out of his room as quick as his could.
Karan looked down at the glass pieces on the floor and kicked them away in frustration, letting one cause quite a long cut under his foot.
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Kareena's words rarely had any affect on Shrishti. She never cared about whatever shit she says. But this wasn't the time for any drama, and going from the main entrance of Luthra house was surely going to create one and Shrishti didn't want that. Hence, the only way she could think of was the window of the person's room she had came here to meet.
To her surprise, a ladder was already placed there that was reaching his window only. But it was too high. But when will her height come for the rescue?
She took a deep breathe and got on the ladder.
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Karan was busy doing his favorite work. Drinking wine like it's water. Shrishti had no appreciative look on her face. Shaking her head in disappointment, she slowly kept her feet down on the floor and got inside. Mr drunk was busy drinking.
"Dusron ko aansuon mein dubaa kar koi sharab ke nashe mein doobna aapse seekhe Karan sir,"
Pulling away from the mouth of the bottle with his eyes wide open, Karan turned around to find Shrishti standing with a clenched jaw.
"Thank you! Thank you so much ke aapne meri di ko yahaan la kar khada kardiyaa jahaan unko samajh hi nahi arahaa ke aage jaaye ya peeche jaaye, ya phir wahin khadi rahi. Balke bas saara din roti rahe roti rahe woh bhi uss insaan keliye jisne unki zara bhi kadar nahi ki."
His mouth left a chuckle, that slowly turned into a loud sarcastic laugh. Shrishti didn't know what expression should she be expressing at that moment. Karan threw the bottle on the bed and his face slowly turned back to being what it was before. Shrishti kept looking at him eye to eye.
"Maine. Maine laa kar khadaa kiyaa usko yahaan. Maine kadar nahi ki uski. Maine dhoka diyaa usey. Maine jhoot boley usse. Maine dosti ke naam par peet mein khanjar ghonpa. Maine hi toh kiyaa sab! Maine hi toh kiyaa!"
"Konsa dhoka konsa khanjar! Kyaa baat karrahe hain aap? Kis jhoot ki baat? Haan? Kyaa jhoot boley meri di ne aapse? Konsa dhoka diyaa haan!? Boliye!? Arey aap toh dosti ki baat matt hi kijiye. Dost kehlaane ke layak nahi hain aap. Kyaa kehte thay? Ke Preeta meri sabse achhii dost hai. Mai uske liyee kuch bhi karsaktaa hoon. Woh mere liyee bohot special hai and pataa nahi kyaa kyaa! Pataa nahi kyaa kyaa bolte thay. Kyaa huaa unn sab baaton ka haan? Kyaa huaa uss dosti ka!?"
"Poori tarhan nibhayi maine. Poori tarhan nibhayi maine woh dosti, isliyee nahi kyunke woh mera farz thaa balke isliyee kyunke woh meri khushi thi. Uskaa har mod par saath dene se har mod par haath thaamne se mere dil ko khushi milti thi kyunke woh mere liyee special thi. Bohot special."
Shrishti could feel the pain in his eyes that no matter how much he tried to hide, remained there. And showed on the out. And now his cracky and shaky voice and tear-filled eyes too didn't hesitate to show the hurt his heart carried.
"Usko woh jagah di, jo aaj tak kisi ko nahi di. Kisi ko nahi. Woh thi woh mere liye. Dil bohot logon se lagaaye honge maine, par mere iss dil mein bohot kamm log rehte hain. Aur woh bhi unme se ek thi. Par kyaa kiyaa usne, dil hi tod diyaa mera. Dhoka dediyaa mujhe. Sab khatam kardiyaa usne. Sab khatam kardiyaa!"
