"BLISSFULLY" wedded to my bestfriend?!?!

chapter 6

pov Ayushman:

Her audibly loud sniffle could be heard from the other side of the locked wooden door of her room. With confused eyes I turned to Vivaan for help  but a clueless shrug was all that idiot could offer.

"You started it , now you get in first and FIX this shit!!!" I whisper screamed hoping Sparsh wouldn't hear us.

"How would your mom feel if she had been fortunate enough to have a sane child and that poor guy is slaughtered into tiny pieces of meat. Trust Sparsh to be way more lethal than that and imagine how traumatized your to-be-mother-in-law would be to loose her only normal kid!" Vivaan sighed probably imagining the whole violent scenario. 

"seriously, is the whole chopping-humans-like-veggies runs in yours genome?!"  I genuinely asked.

*****************FLASHBACK > Two hours*****************************************

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO. TO. MY. SISTER?!" Yuvi's teenage-croaked voice hissed on the other end of the phone.

I had just returned from our Game-zone "meeting" which had blown out into a full on 'reveal-the-truth' drama club. Vivaan had chosen that glorious moment between the Gulati-sibling-fight to blurt out to Ishaan the news of our odd, disastrous wedding.

"Answer or else I ll hunt you down and drag you to my kitchen where I'll ask my mom to tie you to her chopping board while I sharpen the edge of the humongous knife which I would use to chop your vulnerable, tied-up body into tiny pieces. Then after, those pieces will be fed to the street dogs of Delhi and you'll finally find solace in their poop."

"Dude, you paint quite a picture!" I let out a genuine laugh.

"Oh don't  you underestimate me, I am capable of something way more than just painting a picture." He threatened.

"And pray may I know the reason for giving me a privilege of being the highlight of your colourful imagination?" I asked.

"My sister locking herself in her room with a disturbing number of tissue boxes while her wails are resulting into prominent cracks all over our house walls is the reason enough I suppose."

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I reached out for the knob of the door to purgatory and gathered up the courage to enter in.

"Wait." Vivaan grabbed my shoulder, " Are you armed well enough to survive in there?"

I peeked in the bag in my hand and gave a hesitant nod.

"Counter strike DVD?" He confirmed.

"Check."

"Bubble wrap roll?"

"Check." Yep, she loved bursting those when stressed out.

"Chocolates and ice-cream in a bulk?"

"Enough to last for the whole night."

"Helmet?"  

"Yep, couldn't afford to forget that!"  

"Let me borrow it!" he pleaded, " I think my head needs more protection than your's. "

Giving it a thought I handed him the metal-moulded guardian angel.

Almost sure of our safety now, we gently pushed the door open. There she was, her hair being a mess while the tears and the kohl were smeared down her cheeks. Her red nose and swollen eyes concluded her Zombie-ish appearance!

"Don't even think of patronizing me like I'm some kid wailing for a candy! I'm fine." She snorted into a tissue in her hands.

Vivaan peeked from behind me, flashing  sheepish smile at the Queen of zombie-land on that bed in front.