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Darshan picks up the food plate and goes upstairs towards Chirag's room.
He knocks on the closed door.
"Kon hai bey?" Chirag's voice from inside the room asks.
"Main..Darshan."
Next he opens the door to his room and his droopy eyes meet Darshan's.
"Oh Mr Businessman.. Please come.." He says, moving away from the entrance to make space for Darshan to enter.
Darshan without a word gets in the room littered hither and thither with bottles of alcohol, his dirty clothes thrown all over the floor and over the king sized bed. Snack packets, crisps of chips also dirty his room.
"Kitna ganda hai bhai!! Why don't you clean it?" Darshan asks sniffing his nose in disgust.
"Tujhse matlab?" He says dizzily moving about, almost going to fall but Darshan's strong arms hold him by his biceps and prevent him from falling down.
"Sambhal ke bhai! You aren't even able to stand properly! Kitna piya hai tune?" Darshan questioned him.
Chirag freed himself from his hands and sat down on the bed.
"Bol kya baat hai?" He asked Darshan.
"Kuch nahi pehle Tu ye le.." Darshan said giving him his food platter.
"I am not going to eat."
"But why?"
"Uss khooni ke paiso ki khaana mujhe nahi khani.."
"CHI-.. " Darshan was about to shout at him when he instructed himself to get back his cool.
"Chilla le tu jitna chillana hai... Farq mujhe bilkul bhi nahi padti."
"Chirag Tu sunn.. Meri baat sun.. Why are doing this.. Papa said you got admission in one of the reputed medical colleges and they gave you TC for you being undisciplined?
And why are you calling papa a murderer, culprit and etc weird names.. I can't link any of the events.."
"Unko jaake bol de unki wo medical college ki bakwas khud ko sunaye."
"Can you for God sake give a straight answer to my question Chirag?" Darshan asked with a stern voice.
"Why would I? Who are you?"
"Your fucking brother". Darshan replied fisting his knuckles.
"Mhm! No! Not brother.. A fucking murderer.."
Chirag said.
"Okay I am a murderer.. Chalo maan lia.. Aab to Tu bol why are you so damn disappointed with papa.."
"That man deserves to be killed." Chirag said.
"Chirag! Apni zubaan pe dhyan rakhke baat kar.." Darshan scolded.
"Who gave you the right to shout standing in front of me in my damn room?"
Darshan sighed to himself understanding that talking with Chirag would not be as easy as he thought it would be.
"Bhai tu sunn.. Leave papa.. Leave everything.. Apni khudki baat kar.. Why have you drunk so much.. Your room tells me that you drink not occasionally but on an everyday basis.. Why is it so? Why are you destroying your life in your own hands..?"
"Because your Dad started this game. Aur end toh mujhe hi karni hai ab." Chirag said laughing a hysteric laugh.
"Arey yaar wahi to main puchh raha hoon tujhe.. What has dad done to you!?" Darshan asked now frustrated.
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