Alfaaz

Chapter 1 : Ranjish

"Sumo! Chal na yaar! Woh naya student aya hai, uski ragging karte hai..!" Spoke Neha, one of the many fans Sumo had.

"Mood nahi hai mera." Said Sumo, highly annoyed.

"Hua kya hai aj kal tujhe? Dekh rahi hoon mai do hafton se, na toh tu kisi se baat karti hai, na kisi ki ragging ki hai. You're loosing your coolness yaar." Reasoned Crissan.

"Tujhe kya? Dimag mat kharab karo mera aur jao yahan se!" 

"Kahin yeh sab us looser chashmish Shravan ki wajhe se toh nahi? Kahin sach mai toh tum dono ka scene toh nahi tha na?" Laughed the low life girls.

Suman who's temper was on the verge of blowing, tipped. "Himmat kaise hui uske baare mai kuch bolne ki? Dost tha woh mera! Uss din uska saath dena chahiye tha mujhe, par apni fake image ke chakkar mai I hurt him and now he's gone, forever! So now I'm not interested in your pathetic lives or your fake coolness. Bhaad mai jao tum sab! Go to hell!" Exclaiming Suman left, she heard them laugh and poke fun but it didn't matter. She had lost her best friend, her only friend and it was all her fault. 

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Shravan was beyond lost. It had been 2 whole weeks since he had moved to London. But nothing seemed to lift his spirits. He still couldn't wrap his head around all that had happened. 

His mother, the centre of his world, had left him like he meant nothing. She didn't even consider him worthy of an explanation or a good bye. His best friend as it turns out never was his friend. She simply used him, to get her work done. He had been royally played. And his father instead of holding him closer had packed him off to a place he knew no one in. The loneliness and betrayal was progressively silencing him. He barely spoke, even to his folks back home. 

The new school was for the elite. His father had clearly left no stone un-turned. He had the best room in the dorm. Each week he would receive five times the pocket money he received back in India. But what was he to do with the money? He had no one to go out with or spend it on. "Sumo ab tumhare nakhre nahi uthane padte, tumhari zidd nahi poori karni hoti, paise kis par kharchoon?" He thought ruefully.

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Suman sat on her bed crouched, weeping. She missed her Qutub Minaar. In the weeks after he left she broke her so called friendships. She was as alone as she was when her parents passed. 

"Shravan, I'm sorry. Galti ho gayi. Wapas aaja na yaar!" She said hoping he would feel her yearning and return. 

Nanu entered her room and saw her pain. It had been 2 months since Shravan left. And he only saw Suman pushing herself further into her shell. He worried for his beloved grand-child. But he also worried for his Shravan. Suman would bounce back eventually, he knew. They were all here with her but his Shravan was all alone in a foreign land with his broken innocent heart. The fact the he could do nothing about it, made him feel terribly helpless.