Pagal Wagal hai kya!!

Moments of peace, carved on a stone

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"Lekin bhaiya mujhe ye sahi nahi lag raha, aap sab log samaj kyu nahi rahe ho" Shubman mumbled while rotating his gaze towards the ICT baccha party, resting his head on his Ro Bhaiya's lap, who in return started patting his shust murga's head in return, his current reaction completely contradictory to the daily dose of ma behen ki gaaliya and 25 - 30 laat he gives,

Rishabh, being a little jelly baby, pulled shubman forcefully, leading his head to strike latter's like some bulky angry ox , shubman whince , rubbing the hitted spot to release some amount of pain,

Rishabh as always being an smart boi diverted shubman's attention from his jealousy, not wanting to receive Virat bhai's jutein wali maar for hurting his precious boy,

"Lekin iss saajan ko kya taklif hai bhai, chala jana, ek date ki toh baat hai " He said,

Shubman rolled eyes in return, scoffing irritably, "tu toh chup he reh, sale harami lode, ek Coldplay ke ticket mein bek gaya tu, teri meharbani se he ye saiyappa hua hai, kya zaroorat thi usse tickets lene ki "

"Yaar main kya karta, tickets kahi aur available he nahi thae, aur mujhe kya pata tha ki woh payment ke form main tere saath date mangegi, "

"Correction, usse tere saath he Jana tha, lekin tune mujhe chaip diya, kyu yaar rishu ? "

"Kyuki tuhe single tha hum sab mein, isliye, kya problem hai Jane mein"

Shubman sighed defeatedly, his eyes roaming around the bunch of pagal peoples, finding his favourite one of them, which finally landed on his Sukoon, who was lost somewhere between the chaos, if he is not wrong, he did noticed an flicker of dullness, but decided to shrug it off, thinking that may be he was imaginating the reflection of his own self 's emotion on Ishan's face,

Virat turned his eyes rohit, signalling him to convince shubman, but Shana was not having an plans to involve himself in this kand, as he in return signalled virat to solve the equation, who rolled his eyes in return,

"Shubhi chala ja beta, aur tu tension na le, prena ek bohot calm aur simple nature wali ladki hai, tu nervous mat ho, cherry on the top toh ye hai ki woh ek writer hai, aur tujhe toh literature kitna pasand hai, tumhari bonding ekdam mast wali hogi "

Shubman nodded his head in return, obviously it's an yes if cheeku bhaiya is saying this,

He headed towards his room, not wanting to bare some more load in his head, forcing everyone to return to their rooms as today's Darbar session was over ,

But in the space was jumbleness, there was an shaded star, who always shine and whine around, but maybe not today, today he was silent, his mind clashing with a share of his own self, normally, if any drama related to that lassi ka glass is there, ishan have to be the main character, but today he is desiring to be an side one, so that he can slip off easily from everyone, being unrecognised ,
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Shubman was ruffling his phone screen, waiting for that only person who is his personal NI (Natural Intelligence ), who can solve his every problem, who is the only source of calm in the area full of hustles,

He lifted his head up when he heard the twisting of the doorknob,

"Ish, accha hua tu aa gaya, dekh na, koi mujhe samajh he nahi raha, tu bata, kya karu mein " He said, grasping Ishan's hand, pulling him slightly, making him sit besides him,

If there would be have been any other scenario, ishan would have been the topmost to guide shubman, to assure shubman that 'dont worry, I am with you ', but here he was own self struggling with unknown emotions,

Shubman felt an unknown heaviness when ishan removed his hand from shubman's mellow hold, an different anxious feeling creeped in shubman's heart, as if it not only the Ishan's hand slipped away, but something else, something more precious is sliding away from him, but he is not able to identify what it is, he came out of the daze when he heard Ishan saying something,