"A HighChristmas " SECOND SHOT.
Whooshing through the crowded, yet empty lanes of Christmas-Special Delhi, Randhir felt his heart throbbing, on worrying a bit more about the other visitors' safety than Sanyukta's.
Being a staunch atheist, he never needed to pray.
But then a slight offering to God, could do no harm.
"Bhagwan, Sanyukta apna kheyal rakh legi. Ap bas yeh kheyal rakhna ki woh baki sabko na uda
de." Randhir's innocent prayers were not without a reason, 'cause a tipsy Sanyukta was creating a berserk in the club.
With a broken bottle in her hand, she terrorized the bartender to shake a leg on "Tooh", otherwise she might end up throbbing it on his head.
The newbie bartender, without a word, started boozing to the rhythms of the hysterical number from "Gori Tere Pyaar Me" more out of worry
for his job.
The club was in a mess, with broken bottles and drunken guests, shattered and scattered in every nook and corner.
"Naach Basanti Naach...", A tipsy Gabbar Sanyukta shouted on the bartender, while he kept on grooving paranormally.
"Jab tak meri saanse chalegi, Baasanti ka dance chalega... ", She purred, breaking a bottle to pieces near the bar counter.
Getting out of the car, Randhir rushed into the club, only to witness the historical sight.
A hunky-dorry Sanyukta was proved to be insane at last, with her absurd dialogues and hilarious poses.
She explored the club, till her eyes came to rest upon Randhir.
Laughing uncontrollably, she let out a scream to the dancing bartender,
"Basanti, Iss kutte ke saamne mat naachna."
Slapping his forehead, and cursing the situation mentally, he pulled her by her forearm.
"Tum isse Mujra karwa rahi ho?", His honey-soaked voice and hazel orbs numbed her senses for a while, before she regained her composure
again.
"Ha toh? Tum bhi dekhoge?", Her naive etes gleamed in the light.
"Sanyukta..."
His voice took her by surprise, and civilised her senses for a while.
But what about her heartbeats, which were in a berserk? ♡
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A High Christmas ♡
HumorIt's that time of the year when people erase all boundaries and spread love. Cakes, Christmas trees, gifts and celebration on the rocks. But this is SanDhir. Unique in their own way. They take just a shot of Whisky and each other to celebrate this...
