Wails Of Monsoon

Part 2

Siddharth went to the bar. He ordered his regular wine with whiskey. They tastes awful, especially such a combination, but he likes to torture herself. 

Three years had passed already? He is married for three fucking years?
A tear dripped from his eyes as he gulped down a peg of whiskey. 

He had drove to this bar only to forget her memories, but the intoxication of the drink was bringing back those painful flashbacks, he has been trying to forget and  those harsh truths,  he has been trying to escape all these years.

Siddharth's life wasn't like a drunkard fuck boy three years ago. He was the gentleman the girls desired, he was the personality men were jealous of. 

As he drunk more pegs, his mind traveled to that evening, when his life seemed unstable.
Siddharth was brought up by his uncle Yusuf and his aunt Ruksaar. 

His parents passed away when he was only four. Since then, he was adopted by his foster uncle. However, the man never took his nephew's entrance in a positive way. He felt like Siddharth was nothing but a burden. But, to avoid the taunts of the society, he accepted the unwanted boy. 

Siddharth always knew that he was hated by his uncle. But he loved his aunt more than anything. She was the one Siddharth could give his life for. His aunt was more than his mother. Ruksaar never had a child, so she treated Siddharth as her own son. 
She was the reason why Siddharth never left the household even though the atmosphere was suffocating at times. 

When he was eighteen, he had his first love, Ashi Singh. He had liked the girl since his college but could never gather some courage to confess. Finally, when they graduated, and he was twenty two, he asked her out. To his surprise, she agreed and that was how his love story began.

They two got along really well. They cared for each other, they had their back in the low times and most importantly, they trusted each other. Their relationship was something that could be  compared with perfection. They were adored by seniors and juniors as well. 

Ruksaar knew about this, and she was the happiest when she met Ashi.

The thirty year old Siddharth drank two more pegs of the drink. His nose frowned for the bitter taste, but he was too deep in thoughts to stop drinking. 

"Namaste Aunt, I am Ashi..." Siddharth closed his eyes and the image of the young girl conversing with his aunt flashed upon his mind. 

"Ashi beta(dear)... Why don't you come in?" Ruksaar said with a smile. 

Ashi looked at Siddharth who was fondly smiling at her. 
"I told you that my aunt is very cool and she is the best!" he said while chuckling. 

Ashi smiled back and entered the house. 

"I heard there is something cooking between you two," Ruksaar teased the young couple. "Siddharth, you go to your room! Now, I will just talk with my soon to be daughter in law."

Siddharth felt giddy seeing Ashi's red cheeks and Ruksaar's adoration. Those days were the best time of his life. 

"Sir, you have drank a lot!" Siddharth heard the manager of the bar. 
"You are a regular here and I don't want your family to worry about you..." the manager further added. 

"Family?" Siddharth chuckled. "I have none."

The manager glanced the floor and took a deep breathe before speaking. 

"Sir, your wife, Avneet Nigam must be waiting for you..." he said.

It has been quite a lot of times now that Siddharth passed out being drunk and Avneet came to take him back to home. The manager knew there was something wrong between the couple whenever his eyes would meet Avneet. 
Those orbs held tears of hatred and sorrow. The manager was an old man. He was mature enough to read her eyes.