"Sob thikei ase. Tumi just olop xabodhane solibo lagibo, Aahi. You need to rest for the baby and for yourself."
The gynecologist said after checking the report.
"Doctor, next week mor biya. Eko toh problem nohoi?"
"Wow! Naai, eko nhoi. You'll be fine. Just besi doura douri ba panic nohoba. Btw, congratulations both of you."
The doctor smiled. Hearing her words, Abhi's face got pale. He controlled himself and patiently sat there. Aahi felt vulnerable, but acted strong.
After walking out of the room, Abhi said,
"Geet e ki kole, iman joldi mani gol?"
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"Hmm. Taar eko reaction e naai. Xii bohut easily maani gol."
"Hmm."
"Bhale...."
"Keneke manile iman joldi? Mor bissax hoa naai."
Abhi interrupted
"Xii kiba bhabiyei manile. Baad de xeii bur."
Abhi just left the conversation there. He was becoming more anxious as the wedding day was coming near. He kept trying to be cool about everything, but things were not the way he anticipated. He felt more scared and heartbroken than he ever imagined to be. But, he couldn't do anything. He waz left with nothing but a broken heart.
That evening, he called Geet
"Hello Geet, moi Abhi. "
"Ohhh, kiba kobo loga aasil neki?"
He answered rudely and ignorantly as if he wasn't interested in talking to him.
"Tumak log koribo lagisil."
"Moi Sivsagar r pora tumak log koribo Guwahati jabo lagibo? Are you kidding me?"
He answered mockingly.
"Ketiya ahiba jonaba, olop kotha paatim."
Abhi cut the call before Geet could say anything. But, Geet called him back anyway.
"Mor next week biya, so I'm a little busy. But, 3 din pisat maybe jabou paru. Baaru, I will contact with you."
This time Geet cut the call before Abhi could say anything.
After 3 days, Geet came to guwahati. Abhi went to meet him. It was 7 in the evening. When Abhi saw him, he went near him and said,
"Hey, bhale asa?"
"Xeii bur baad dia. Kio matisa kuwa."
"Naai.. Enei olop bonding koribole. Aakhir, tumar fiancé r best friend moi."
Abhi's voice sounded a little taunting. Geet said,
"Abhi, moi iyaat faltumi koribo ohaa naai. Mio matisa kua."
Abhi turned his back towards Geet and said, looking into the brahmaputra,
"Aahik kio liver donate korila, aaru mor bachaa kio accept korisa?"
Hearing Abhi's questions, Geet laughed and said,
"Xeibur xudhibole matisa mok, huh?"
"Exactly! "
"When your love is real nah, jikono kaam koribo paari."
Abhi turned back and grabbed his collar,
"Ji xudhiso uttor de. Tor gol singi pelam mor aagot acting koribo ahile."
"Huh, kune koisa saa! Mor fiancé r logot biyar 1 maah aagot june xui mor fiancé k pregnant korise! Aaru moi accept korisu karone tor hingsa lagise? Kio? Bhabisili neki? Taai pregnant hole moi eri dim, toi biya patibo paribi."
Abhi grabbed his collars tighter than ever and said,
"Don't piss me! I am gonna fucking break your mouth. Just answer my fucking question! Kio accept koriso? Kiba tor selfish interest ase, moi bujisu."
Geet got a little scared cuz he wasn't a fighting guy type. He just said, scared,
"Please mok eri de."
"Kobi ne naai toi?"
Abhi kept grabbing the collar tighter and tighter.
"I can't make her pregnant!"
Abhi loosened his grab. He stepped back a little.
"What?"
"Yess, moi nuwaru. I am fucking incapable. I am a fucking loser."
He broke down. Abhi didn't know how to react. The guy he was about to beat up was now crying because of his inabilities.
Abhi said after sometime.
"But, xikarone maani loli? And what if taai pregnant nohole hoii?"
"Kunu kotha nasil. Anyways moi adoption r kotha bhabisilu. Tai pregnant buli xunii olop beya lagisil. But, I knew this was a gift from god. Moi xikarone taaik eko nokolu."
Abhi couldn't believe him. He wasn't able to believe him
"Tor kotha mor bissax hua naai."
"Bol, tok prove kori dim. Korobat doctor r tat test korai aan!"
"But, toi janili kenekoi?"
Before geet could say anything, Abhi bought 6 bottles of wine for them. They sat near the riverside and Geet started his story.
"6 years ago, moi Bangalore t asilu sakori kori. I was in love with a girl, moi taaik bohutei bhaal paisilu, you know that crazy kind of love. Aami kunu najanake live in relationshipoto aasilu. She was so manipulative that, taai mok sob beya bostu bhaal buli dekhaai koraisil. I became a drug addict, an alcoholic. Jetiyaai office t jaau, mok sobe ignore kora start korile. Muthote taair under te mor life tu soli thaakil. After almost a year, taai mok biya korabole jor korile. I wasn't ready."
Geet waited for a little bit, and then said,
"She manipulated me so much je moi at last convince hoi golu. Maa detak kowar xaahoh naasil, so court marriage koriye thoi dilu. Taaik logalog bacha lagisil. Moi dhoriboi pora naasilu ki hoi aase. Taai even mok tahator ghorotei rakhisil. Maak detak dhoni, moko xikarone joro ka gulam kori rakhile. Taai bacha bisarisil karone mor kunu upaai naasil. We tried, for months and months, but kunu result nasil. And then, I got to know that mor problem aase."
He sobbed a little bit. He became a little drunk and sober. He was spilling out all the secrets of his life, just as Abhi wanted.
"And then, I was kicked out of her house. She filed for a divorce with a settlement of 6 lakhs. Yeah, this was a very insignificant value for girls like her. She didn't do it for the money, but to destroy me. Taai mok dhonkho kori pelale! I want broken!"
Geet started crying. Abhi couldn't say anything. He had no words to console Geet.........
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Is this what fate looks like?
General FictionAahi-Abhi, childhood best friends, share something more than just friendship. But fate has some different plans for them. Keep reading the story to find out.
