Vodka on the rocks

Part - 6 | Shattered

Ye junoon hain, ya sukoon hain 

humein na batana, 

Ishq kya hain, Ishq kyun hain, 

humein na batana, 

Ishq ka hain matlab chot khana, 

Naye zakhm ke ab, jagah hi nhi hain, 

Dil hain yaar gam ki rajdhaani, 

Har aansu jaanta hain, 

iss ghar ka rasta, 

Dil hain yaar gam ki rajdhani 

[A/N: - I love this song sooooo mucchchhhhh..please listen to it while reading. You'll love the vibe.]

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"Ae Saree Ka Dukaan, tum Raghav Rao ko challenge kar raha hain. Tees din mein tereko Hyderabad se nikaal dega main."

She was walking aimlessly in the corridors of the hospital. Unaware of her own destination, uncaring of the people and their bustle around her. 

"Picchi Ammayyi!"

His words were ringing in ear ears as clear as they had been when he had first spoken them.

"Woh Saree Ka Dukaan, mereko pata nhi tha tum apne dukaan mein saree ke saath saath dhoti bhi bechta hain."

It was like those memories she had so desperately tried to forget, to throw away at some unused corner of her heart had suddenly gotten alive like a spark on dried grass inflames an inferno. 

"Hamare relationship mein na explanations ka waqt beet chuka hain."

Cause that was exactly how it felt. 

"Thank you. I owe you one."

Like a wildfire of emotions and a horrifying kaleidoscope of events flashing ruthlessly in front of her eyes. 

"Tum biwi hain mera, tumko nhi dekhega toh kise dekhega?"

She didn't know when she had started pushing people away from her way, hitting everything like a stumbling gazelle taking its very first steps into the world. 

"I hate you Pallavi Deshmukh!"

The hospital walls seemed to close in on her. The atmosphere becoming thick with a white smog like interference. 

"Tum na Saree Ka Dukaan bohot cute hain. Aur ye nakli gussa walaa face mein toh aur bhi cute lgta hain."

Her sympathetic nervous system had started to go on an overdrive. 

"Pallavi niche utro warna main upar walaa loft khulwa dega, waha chipkali ka pura family hain."

The people around her were muttering crossed at the clearly insane woman who was walking over everything and everyone, as if deaf, blind and dumb. 

"Lagta hain tum uss Don ko bohot miss kar raha hain.. repeat telecast chahiye kya?"

The night had started goldening into a dawn which looked too cheerful to be real. 

"Wah! Next time main record karega, proof keliye. Paltu kahiki!"

Too beautiful for coming into play when her world has suddenly seemed to get torn into shreds like cotton candy.

"Ilaaj ka bahut zaroorat hain tumhe Sanki Buddhe. Chalo Pallavi!"

The fabric of reality seemed slightly distorted and breathing had slowly started to become less of an activity performed on default and more of an ancient process documented in some forgotten archaic manuscript written in Latin.