Vodka on the rocks

Random OS | Again [Ft. Harish]

"Ek kheechke kaan ke niche lagaunga na tera, sab akal thikane lag jaega! Vedhava!"

If this reality would have been in a cartoon animation film then the residents of Jubilee Hills would have definitely seen the Rao Mansion stretch in twenty opposite directions as if the sheer loudness of its owner's scream has managed to warp their current dimension itself. 

Harish looked like someone had given him an electric shock at the suddenness of the bellow his boss had let out and immediately looked at an exasperated Farhad who tried giving him a reassuring look from behind the former. 

"Udhar kya dekh raha hain!!! Farhad nhi bachaega aaj tereko. Usko bhi dekhta hain main baad mein.. bohot herogiri dikha raha hain aaj kal."

"Anna.. maine kya kiya?"

The man who was looming over his bodyguard whipped around and glared at his right hand with such vehemence that Farhad instantly shut up. Wise as he was, he knew when to shut his trap and start looking for himself. 

Poor Harish though was almost reduced to tears as Raghav Rao stood towering over him, his fists balled into a white knuckled grip as he almost shook with the rage passing through his lean fit muscular frame. 

"Anna.."

Harish tried replying meekly only to stop, shit scared when his boss cut him across rudely. 

"Shut up! Have you any idea what you have done? What could have happened? You nincompoop!"

The Doctor who was stitching what looked like a nasty knife wound on Harish's right bicep sighed and gave Raghav a look befitting an annoyed father who would cast it at his temperamental hyperactive errant son. 

"Raghav! For God's sake! Calm down! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your temper in check. Your body is still weak from the last attack. Do you want a repeat telecast of what happened last week, in the middle of your wedding?"

Raghav looked suitably chastised for a second before the look of fury came back on his handsome features though he remained dangerously mum throughout the next fifteen minutes as the Doctor finished tending to Harish who was looking like he would rather the ground swallows him up or the sky cracks open in his head. 

Farhad had meanwhile brought a glass of water for Raghav hoping mightily that the ice liquid might cool down a bit of that inferno inside him. 

By the piercing look he received in return for his efforts, it was evident that it didn't work. 

"Thank you Doctor. Farhad will see you outside."

Harish leaped up from his seat with a surprising fluidity for such a heavyset man and jumped behind Farhad clutching onto his arm for dear life, terrified of his fate lest the former leaves him alone with Raghav. The Doctor chortled heartily at the scene and shook his head good naturedly. At this rate, if he ever decides to write a book on his most eccentric patient, it would definitely turn out to be a bestseller only if due to this maverick gangster and his equally ridiculous men and their hilarious antics he had been a first person witness to. 

"No worries. I will see myself out. Harish, take this painkillers after dinner. And make sure you do not put any unnecessary pressure on that arm for some days. I would suggest complete bedrest but knowing you... at least try to keep it away from exertion at the least."

At the big man's frantic nodding he turned towards a now scowling Raghav and patted his shoulder lightly. 

"Take it easy tiger. I don't want to see you in that condition ever again, am I clear?"

Raghav blushed slightly at the familiar endearment even as his dark eyes softened a bit with fondness at the genuine affection in the other man's voice. Dr. Iyyer has been his family physician for a very long time and for some weird reason seemed inexplicably attached to him. It was confusing as he knew that he was a less than stellar patient and required the former's services at the oddest of times and in strangely unpalatable situations.