"BLISSFULLY" wedded to my bestfriend?!?!

chapter 3.

POV AYUSHMAN:

''So what we get drunk?

So what we smoke weed? 

We're just having fun 

We don't care who sees 

So what we go out? 

That's how it's supposed to be 

Living young and wild and free'

Damn you, Graham Bell!!! Though, that guy isn't responsible for the cell phones, technically! But, this half asleep (or half dead! whatever you call!) brain of mine is in no position to consider "technicalities" at fucking 10 in the morning!!!! Stretching out my one arm from the cozy 'Super-Man' blanket, I fist bang that annoying phone of mine on the side-table-- An unsuccessful attempt to shut-up that *Beep* thing!

Okay! Fine! You win, stupid phone... I jump out of my bed, fighting my way out of the blanky which was entangled with me in a super-complicated way,. Yes, it was complicated! Grabbing the phone, I focused my sleepy eyes on the name flashed on the screen.... It had to be HER!!!

"WHAT?" I spat.

"SEVEN MISSED CALLS!!!! Where the hell were you lying dead????" Sparsh spat on the other end.

Yes! we spit out alot. At each other.

"I was busy having a 'Blissful Romance' with someone special, on my bed......" I yawn-talked.

"OKAY! I am pretty much aware of your relationship status with your so called 'special' superman blanket." yep! she knows me well.

"Is that the reason why you called me SO early?!? to discuss my relationship status?!?" I asked irritated.

"Shut up! I have something important to talk." she sighed, " I think my parents sold their brains on ebay!"

"You know that line is not that original, right? I mean, I have come across this line like a million times... messages, posts, blogs, whatsapp statuses... you know....."

"MY PARENTS FIXED ME INTO AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE!!!" she bursted out.

Gulp. Silence.......

"He is coming over with his parents in like an hour." she murmured.

oh! so my 'Lacking-A-Brain', 'Kinda-Impossible-Tolerate' and definitely 'Not-So-Normal' best friend is getting married to some stranger . what am I supposed to say?....... My Condolences To Him??!

"Umm.....Does he like have a mustache?" yes! that's exactly what you say smartass.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!!!" she screamed.

"What? I was just curious...." I justified my act of smartness..

"Sorry to disappoint you, I am yet to meet him." She stated sarcastically, "Will you keep your curiosity at a hold and focus?? I am in a CRISIS here!"

"Big shit! Pin point some flaws in that poor guy. Anyways, you are exceptionally fab at that!" I snorted.

"You have no idea what my parents are capable of! Once they have their mind set on something or 'someone'- as per this case, their ain't any flaw or wart that could possibly change their minds!!!

"you think that poor guy will have a wart?" I wondered out loud.

"As gross as you can be! whats with the 'poor guy' huh?!? I'm sure he is this guy with scarce hair which will be heavily oiled, huge tummy and highly disturbing man-breasts! urggh! I hate them..!" She babbled, freaked out, "Oh my god Ayushman! five years down the line, you'll be visiting a fat-due-to-pregnancy me, my bald and fatter-than-me husband, and two fat annoying babies!!!"