Today was Sameer's last exam and he feels he performed quite remarkably on the sheets. However, only results will decide his career now. Taking his plain bag he made his way out of the examination room, feeling much better. The breezy climate touched his skin as he walked on the greenery ground, smiling softly.
"Hey." Ankita's voice faded his smile, and he stopped to look at her with an impassive countenance.
"Hi, how was your exam?" Sameer started their conversation formally.
"It was good, I guess...what about you?" Ankita asked him hesitantly.
"Good too." He answered, pacing his speed to reach the main road.
"Hey listen na." Ankita rushed to stop him, and he halted his steps.
"Why are you ignoring me?" She asked him feebly.
"I am not ignoring you," Sameer said confidently.
"Toh phir pehle ki tarah mujhse baat kyu nahi karte tum?" Ankita questioned him with a crestfallen face, making him feel culpable for his odd attitude.
"Trust me, mujhe tum par bilkul narazgi nahi hai...it's just I can't forget how satvik mixed alcohol in my juice. Mere mind se jaa hi nahi raha." Sameer expressed his ordeal in a low voice and stared at her with a serene expression.
"Chai peete peete baat kare?" She suggested, hopefully looking at him.
"Ok." He agreed, and both of them silently walked, musing how Mumbai-based people have such a busy life, the roads are never empty, the shops are never devoid of any customers, the restaurants and cafes are always occupied with youngsters, and the street vendors never comes empty-handed, they always carry new and unique stuff. It's strange how despite millions of humans working day and night, there are still a lot of people spending their nights under some roof, trees, benches, or a flat surface without any air-conditioned blanket or proper clothes. God has blessed some of his children with mammoth money and properties, but he left many of his kids bereft of a one-time meal and shelter on their heads.
Shrugging their thoughts, which had no meaningful and convincing answers, they reached The famous tea vendor, selling hot potato fritters with garlic powder. They both sat on the bench after placing their orders, and Ankita calmly glanced at her male best friend - "I know...tum bahut gussa ho satvik par, aur main yaha uski galti justify karne nahi aayi hoon. We all have seen tumhare aur naina ke beech kitna pyaar tha...we would never do something jis se tum dono alag ho."
Sameer kept his eyes fixated on his slightly torn shoes, listening to her words with a somber countenance. Ankita gently placed her hand on his shoulder, and requested him - "I won't force you to talk to him, but at least mujhse ya Anshuman se toh baat karo...humne thodi na kuch kiya hai."
"It all happened because of Anshuman, maine kitni baar use mana kiya tha ki mujhe nahi aana party me but he kept forcing me aur phir last me dosti ki kasam de di," Sameer said irately, clenching his jaw in fury.
"Acha, hmm...he's wrong too, use tumhe force nahi karna chahiye tha, but hum sab jante hai Anshu kis type ka banda hai. Bahut saaf dil hai uska, agar woh kisi se dosti karta hai toh pure dil se nibhata hai...if someone should be blamed for all this then it's Satvik. Pagal kahi ka, use maine bahut baar kaha bhi hai tum drink nahi karte phir bhi us raat alcohol mix kar diya." Ankita replied to him with equal anger in her voice for her dimwit boyfriend, and Sameer just shrugged off his left shoulder, trying to quell down his rage which rose again when he recalled that stupid party night scenes and the beginnings of his Barbaadi.
"But ek tarah se dekha jaye toh yeh sahi hua na?" She voiced her feelings, and he quickly swerved his head to look at her in confusion.
"Kya sahi hua isme?" Sameer asked her in a stern voice while frowning.
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