A High Christmas ♡

Fourth Shot ☆

A High Christmas_Fourth Shot ♡

Soon, they reached his apartment, and Randhir had the toughest time of his life, picking up Sanyukta from his car to his house, while not irking his nosey neighbours.

"Bhagwan. Isse toh 12th ka Maths paper bhi easy tha. Aarre isse toh Sardi me subah 5 baje nahana bhi easy hai...", He kept on blabbering,
quite oblivious of the Carefree Sanyukta prying on his dialogues.

"Yeh kuch zyaada hi bol diya tune. Sardi me subah ko nahana impossible...", she quipped
back, nodding her head hysterically.

"Tu chup reh.. Isse toh asan hi hoga..", He mentally sobbed, carrying her till his apartment.

"Nehi hai. Tu behas na kar. Mr. Chuhiya He-Man.", She rubbed his nose with her palms roughly, while he turned the knob to enter his
apartment.

What plans, he had made with Parth to enjoy this Christmas Eve, and what bore out of it?

A drunken colleague rambling nonsense in his arms.

Placing her on the sofa, he massaged his temple, to get rid of the terrible headache that rocked his senses.

"Disprin le le. Mujhe sambhalna baccho ka kaam nei hai.", She laughed off, waving her hands in
the air.

"Pata nei. Ghar wale tujhe kaise bear karte hai.", Randhir muttered under his breath, quite audible.

"Nei kar paate na? Isliye toh tere ghar bhej denge.", She blushed profusely, while he smirked at their entangled fate.

"Pagal hai tu..", He sat by her side, rubbing her head.

"Sukar mana ki me drunk hu. Hosh me hoti, toh aur battameezi karti.  ", She blabbered, rounding off her bamby eyes.

"Pata nei apne bacho ko kaise sambhalegi tu.  ", He mumbled, caressing her tresses, staring at her lovingly.

"Tu hai na. sambhal lega na?", She asked, clutching his sleeves.

He couldn't but smile at her innocence.

"Kamini Priyali ko bulaungi humare bacchon ke mundan pe. Tab ayegi uski akal thikane.", She cursed a Junior, with twinkling eyes.

"Kaun Priyali?", Randhir scrunched his nose, totally out a clue.

"Arre tere team ka woh junior. Tujpe dore dalti hai.", Sanyukta twisted her lips, annoyed.

It took Randhir almost 10 mins before he could actually recall who Priyali was.

That stick of a junior, Sanyukta was talking about.

Pulling off, he rubbed his head,

"Sardard na bada mera. Kaun Priyali?",
He rubbed his temple.

On getting silence as a response which was next to impossible with an incoherent Sanyukta around, he nervously searched for her when she
peeped out of nowhere with a bottle of liquor in her timid palms.

"Yeh gatak le. Warna mujhe sambhal nei payega  ", She nodded innocently, handing over the bottle.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the bottle and gulped the while in one go.

Rubbing his eyes and laughing hilariously, he shouted,

"Hum Pagal Nehi hai Bhaiya, Humara Dimag Kharab Hai.", :v
while Sanyukta started grooving hysterically on the rhythm of the song.

The night was going to be quite eventful.

What could have been better than a drunk SanDhir?

Signing off,
Aishi ♡☆