RAGHVI DAIRIES [ Completed ]

P A R T - 2

☕: I don't believe, rajan bought us together, we are on same tray..

🥃: lot of things happening these day, which no one ever imagined..

🥃: it's been a week to there wedding, haven't witnessed them even a single time talking to each other.

☕: being under the same roof, they behave as if the other doesn't even exist..

🥃: it's difficult to say, it's silence before storm, or the silence of the end..

☕: man, I thought, I was the hottest one, bet I'm so wrong.. Mr. Rao own the adjective.. "HOT" Damn hot..

🥃: so is my case.. I thought, no one could be as intoxicant than me, but her.. she is a puzzle, damn addictive & intoxicating puzzle

☕: pretty unimaginable things are happening lately, never could someone wonder in there wild dreams that, I would share my space and opinion with you..

🥃: so do I. You could never reach to me.. Let's say it's destiny, it made you lucky..

☕: let's leave to time to decide, who got lucky.. Me or You..

🥃: Whiskey & tea Placed adjacent to each other.. Shocked people?? Don't be.. Much more strange things will be witnessed that once seemed impossible.. Exception occurs when nature is challenged against it's wish.. Exception could be beautiful or destructive, it depends upon the impact it create.. No one can conclude a phase of journey until it reaches it's end result..

☕: Owners of respective comes.. Pallavi picks the tea cup and raghav picks the whiskey, before they taste the respective ones, it started to rain heavily, before it was drizzling.. Soft & breezy.. But when fire & water comes together, isn't it obvious to turn wild..
Even the nature was depicting the turns of events between them.. Both kept the respective drinks down and closed their side of window.. Raghav did his job in less time and grabbed his whiskey, but he was not all attentive, he was lost in his own trail of thoughts.. the tea spills over his left palm..

🥃: tea spills down and so the whiskey too, both on ground mixed together, the hot tea cooled with ice spill of whiskey.. less people know, alcohol & tea enhance each other, they taste heaven together, but when the ratio isn't proportionate, it can harm you and sometimes even choke you to death.. Both whiskey glass and the tea cup is empty now, all the content present has spilled down.. our emptiness is their state now, void of emotions, they are still figuring out the change that's new to them..

☕: the silence broke.. She rushed to him when he winced in pain..

Raghav: I can mange

Pallavi: Raghav ziddh chodho, idher laawo apna haath

Raghav: (raising hua voice) meine kaha naa, I CAN MANAGE. Just leave.

🥃: he tries to walk out.. It isn't easy, it would never be.. It takes years to be what you are today, many times our habits aren't our wish, but our destiny makes it, suffering alone wasn't his choice, he never had an option. a sweet juicey grapes doesn't decide itself to be rotten for months / years and change itself into bitter intoxicant self. It is it's destiny who decides it's fate.. Once a sweet, full of life raghav is now destined to have a bitter life.. though bitter but he have a rich life, just like a glass of wine which cost much more than a glass of mere juice.. but it's bitter, that's truth..

Pallavi: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP..

Pallavi dragged him inside the room..

☕: he must be shocked, this is the first time I'm seeing her yelling at someone.. even the quit stable cup of tea, boils vigorously to blend the milk in it.. sometimes storms are necessary to clear the obstacles..