"A High Christmas" THIRD SHOT.
"Har cheez pe natak karne ki zarurat nei hai Sanyukta. Boht badi ho gayi ho. Apna khyal rakhna sikho.", He offered a sensible dialogue, pressing the creases on his ironed shirt, only to realise it going down the drain when he saw Sanyukta gulping down another shot, scratching her head.
"Nautanki. Dore na daal. Meinu pata hai me boht sexy hu.", Sanyukta blabbered, pushing him slightly, while he slapped his conscience.
"Aashiqo ki line e lagwake...Tooh Tooh Toohh.."
The hilarious song boomed in the club, while the bartender kept on swaying his hips to the rhythm, upon Sanyukta's threatening.
"Saala... Mera toh ek bhi aashique nei hai.. ", she wept on his shoulder, as the bartender kept on grooving to the music.
The owner of the club, perhaps would never get to know the happenings in his night-club
on Christmas Eve.
"Chi Chi... Ladki hoke kaisi gaaliyan deti hai tu..", Randhir distorted his face, while she had a poker face.
"English me gaaliyan du, toh me mahan. Hindi me du, toh awara? Rashtrabhasha Hindi hai. Angrezo ki Chaplusi karna bandh kar
Kamine...", She laughed out, shaking a leg with the poor bartender.
How could a drunk Sanyukta make sense out of her blabbering, when a sensible, sober Randhir could make no meaning out of her nonsense?
"Baakwaas Na Kar..Chal ghar ab. Aur inhe shanti de..", an annoyed Randhir twisted her ears, while Sanyukta fell on the floor, laughing
hysterically.
Picking her up in his arms, he proceeded towards the exit, when the bartender came running towards them.
"Ma'am iske paise?", he asked, horrified at the events.
"Bhagwan ke naam pe ja tujhe baksh diya. Gabbar se paise lega tuh? Sardar, Kitne aadmi the?", She kept on blabbering nonsense, while
swaying to the rhythm even in his arms.
"Sun liya? Jaan pyaari hai toh jaa.", Randhir threatened the horrified bartender, and swept down the exit.
"Bhagwan, Mujhe utha le...", Randhir muttered in irritation, while she laughed off at his sight.
"Bhagwan ke saath meri setting hai. Tujhe utha lega, toh mera kya hoga?", She laughed, piercing his soul with her bamby, kohl-lined eyes, while Randhir stood numb, at the naivete emanating from her orbs.
Her alluring eyes, were probably the first feature, he had ever noticed in her, and even when she was all drunk, she looked devastatingly beguiling.
Pushing her in the passenger seat, he wrapped her up with the seat-belt.
"Kaha jana hai?", He asked her, nonchalantly.
"Sasural.", she replied casually, while he raised his brows.
"Aise kya dekh raha hai? Tere ghar?", she kissed on his burning cheek, while he blushed profusely.
A drunk Sanyukta couldnot register her words, but the crimson hue that crept on his cheeks, was enough to portray their bond.
The car swept past the lanes to her "Sasural", oops, "his apartment". :v
Signing off,
Aishi ♡★
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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...
