Life Ends At You

Bonus Chapter- Hitler Calling

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This is an additional chapter. I was not sure whether to add it, so I added as bonus chapter. It is not necessary to read it, but it will help you understand Adi better. He isn't a typical lead arrogant, short tempered. Our male lead has no anger issues, no daddy or mommy issues. He is a well raised gentleman, a quirky one😉.  But he is a mafia too, he has a dark side reserved to him for those who deserve it.  Now you can skip my rants and continue the chapter.

Advik's POV

My phone buzzed in my pocket. And a surge of fear in my backbone.

"Hitler calling, Hitler calling" the robotic voice warned. I composed myself handing the cup to my best friend grinning. I will deal with you moron, but first let me watch my dad dig my grave.

"Adi, where are you? Your flight landed 20 minutes ago already?" A devilish voice demanded. My best friend swayed his hand on his throat grinning wide, sipping the tea.

"Papa... wo.... actually, Mann ne pick kr lia muje, sunset spot par aya hu. 20 min mei ghar aa jaunga." I fumbled.

If I told here, I am sipping chai on a stall. He would probably cut off my head. Their standards and etiquette, I can't man. How can someone not like this tea sitting in these mountains, watching sunset. And bike rides, can never miss that. This is the only thing I missed more than Mann.

"5 saal baad ghar aa rhe ho and abhi bhi phle sunset spot jana h, kabhi sudhar jaoge?"

"Aata hu papa" I tried my best to escape. The most irritating thing right now is Mann's face. Just wait Moron. Papa call cut kro nah, I requested to God or the hitler, I don't know. But this voice didn't escape thankfully.

"Thik h, shaam ko dekhta hu tumhe" He warned. Yrr ye insaan, isse meri khushi dekhi nhi jaati. The call ended. FINALLY. THANK GOD.

"Shaam ko dekhta hu tumhe" Mann mimicked teasing me.

"Beta tumhari wajah se hi fasa hu, sath chaloge mere. Akele nhi jaa rha mei us bhoot bangle mei."

"Abey wo ghar h tera, bhoot bangla" He patted me handing my cup.

"Fir sab aise daraate kyu rehte h?" I asked with puppy eyes and an innocent smile.

Mann chuckled. Few people turned back to our non-sense.

"Bas kar Ravan, log darr rhe h" I mocked him. But it didn't affect him to least, he kept laughing.

"I will let your father deal with you for the day, itni capacity nhi h teri" his comeback, but I am truly scared. How am I going to excuse to hitler? We'll see.

"I think we should leave now" I said with a last sip, admiring the sunset. It's not like, I didn't get to see sunset in California but the chai, the mountains, the bike and Mann of course. And hindi, I missed it the most. Jokes are funnier in hindi and songs are more emotional in hindi. Ok enough now. I snapped out of my thoughts looking around.

"Ok then, come I will drop you home" Mann said starting his Black Hayabusa. New bike. I miss the old Royal Enfield in college days. We have to go back to airport first. I left my luggage there; I thought I would be back before my dad. Par baap toh baap hota h.

We finally arrived at the airport, yawning around with formalities and finally 20 minutes later we picked up our luggage and I called my driver. He shifted the luggage in the car and opened the gate for me.