First Shot ☆

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"A High Christmas"... FIRST SHOT. ☆

"Saadu mujhe ghar le chaal...", A tipsy Sanyukta slurred on the phone.

It was almost 10:30 on Christmas Eve, and Sanyukta was levelling her recent desire of whisky shots, with one shot after the shot.

"What? Sanyukta??? Where the hell are you?", Randhir purred, horrified at the voice of his colleague, from an unknown number.

"Saala Angrez... Chup reh..Mujhe yeha se le chaal kamine...", Sanyukta boozed over the line, with no hindrance.

"Wtf Sanyukta... Tum itne raat ko kaha ho? Aur kis bande ke saath ho?", Randhir fired his interrogations one after the other.

"Bandaa... haha...Tere tarah kamina thodi hu me..Meri nazar sirf tujhpe hai, Banda Chuha...Darpok..Mujhe le chaal please.", She screamed over the line, while trying to gauge her steps, while the Bartender gaped at horror at her verbal language.

An urban Sanyukta was no less than a street- urchin, when it came to language.

"Kaha hu me...bol isse.", She shouted at the bartender, while the latter slurred over the phone in horror, "Silver Spring Club, Sir."

"Are you crazy Sanyukta? Christmas eve me night-club? Aur woh bhi akele? Pata bhi hai kis tarah ke log honge waha pe?", He shouted his
shrillest, while grabbing his car keys and descending down the stairs, with his cell firmly appressed against his ear.

"Jaise bhi honge, Terese acche hi honge. Bottle todenge, Dil nehi.", Her tipsy voice mellowed, while he felt like he had been stabbed with a knife.

A drunken Sanyukta was tough, but her words were tougher.

Her each word pierced through his soul, opening up a plethora of emotions and a myriad memories.

"Not now please.", He slapped his temple, probably laughing on the fact that she wasn't in her senses.

Even if she had been, she wouldn't have talked logic, anyway.

"Chup chap baithi raho. I'm coming.", He ordered on the phone, while his car whoosed past the dizzy lanes of Decorated Delhi.

"Chup.", she slurred a bit, putting a finger in her lips, as she gulped down another shot.

The bartender smugly waited for her rescuer, so that he could live in peace as well.

'Cause a drunk Sanyukta had wreaked havoc on a nightclub during Christmas Eve.

Signing off,
Aishi ♡☆

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