EVARA

Aishiki

I hadn't heard from Ishaan since our last meeting at my place and it has been around 2 weeks. We were at my bachelorette party, and I was waiting for his reply to pop up. The girls were passed out on the stools, getting bored. We were silent for the first time even though the four of us were together, it felt.....weird! Ishaan's notification popped up saying he was at his bachelorette party as well, as in he and his friends were on their way to the club. I exited iMessage and looked around. 

Sonakshi was at the stool beside me, Anusha had an urgent call to attend, and Ankita had gone to get her drink. 

"Kiya wo text?", Sonakshi looked at me.

"YESSSS babygirl, yesss."

"You sound happy."

"I am bored."

"Chal toh fir, let's dance."

"Chal."

We were on our way to the dance floor while we heard Ankita's voice.

"Is she shouting or am I deaf?", I looked at Sonakshi.

"I think we both are deaf."

We looked at each other and followed the sound in unison. 

We noticed her curly hair flowing reaching her shoulder and identified her by both her hair and her yellow, satin dress. She was fighting with some guy in a weird black jacket. 

We went forward, beside her.

"Kya ho gaya abb?"? the two of us inquired.

 ANKITA,

I was on my way to peacefully get my drink; I was at the bar counter ordering a tequila with some weird looking shit I liked by the picture. It was all good until I was walking back to my friends when I collided with someone, the drink splashed all over the top of my dress, and the ends of my hair which touched the back of my dress.

Rage flooded my veins when I looked up to see who it was, I wouldn.t have been this affected had it not been him, but we had a fucking history, a history of arguments and yes it was him, Rehaan fucking Singh. 

I looked at him, coldness seeping into my veins, blood starting to boil.

"What the actual fuck, dude?" I spoke at my lowest volume. 

"You spilled your drink on my shirt."

"You spilled it on my dress." I rolled my eyes.

"Yaar tumhe jab hi dekhta hu kuch na kuch bura hota hai."

"Haa of course, tumhare aankhe jo kharab hai."

"Tum dekh ke nahi chal sakti kya?"

"Hum dekhke sahi raaste pe jaare the, you came in my way."

"You were taking the back turn to the table."

"YOU CAME IN MY WAY, END OF STORY."

"And I am the one to be blamed for after your mistake?"

"It was clearly your mistake."

"Go to your friends, you are bothering me."

"I am?! you were the one who started it."

"And I don't want you to be one ending it so please leave me alone."

"We gotta complete our previous shit anyway."

"Sorry bol diye na, let it go."

"Why should I? you cannot start a problem and run away without generating the solution."