Alfaaz

Chapter 19: Musalsal

Hey folks!

How are we?

The previous one saw how a childhood break can leave lasting impressions and make a come back when it is least expected. Some may feel that Sumo didn't get enough footage in the previous update but all in good time. Shravan was broke and let's see what exactly is causing these issues in due course of the story.

Coming to Musalsal, which means constant, is in a way monotony and pathbreaking habits. I would hate to divulge further so let's dive straight in!

MUSALSAL

She wrapped up her deliveries for the day and headed out to meet a new investor. Her beloved possession, her not so swanky car, was up to one of its antics. "My Jaan! Please start!" She pleaded while revving the engine for the 5th time. The car grunted and finally started. She thanked her stars and headed in her direction. If she could convince this man, she would be closer in reaching her goals. Her little project would gain a lot more momentum than she ever expected.

Zooming past the bustling streets of Delhi, her mind drifted to her conversation with Shravan about two weeks ago. He was apprehensive and sounded hurt. He had voiced his issues, a dull pain in the chest and a feeling of absolute distress. He had visited his therapist and she had prescribed mild mind relaxants so he could combat his newly developed insomnia.

She was gravely bothered and baffled at first. Shravan had been living in London for five long years. He had overcome his issues, or so it had seemed. She could relate to him, more strongly than she could have imagined. Her nights were still plagued with nightmares. Even today she choked often when she proudly gave out the name of her Catering service. PCT, Priya Central Tiffin, after her mother. She had days where she didn't know what to do and everything around her seemed monotonous even though she was practically living her dream. Shravan felt a similar frustration.

Honking brought her out of her thoughts. Apologising she sped the car. "Focus Sumo! Focus!" She muttered under her breath. She needed to ace this meeting. It was imperative. She thought expansion and added work load would aid in getting her mind off the negativity that caged her these days. Even before Shravan had informed her of his trouble, she had a sinking feeling in her chest. Initially she wrote it off thinking it was cause she missed him but then it only kept on increasing. Maybe she was meant to be in a constant state of turmoil. Maybe this was herKismet and Shravan's too.

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Huddled in a corner, behind of mountain of case studies, Pushkar tried to thwart the sudden lethargy that had taken over his being. Ramnath had asked him to do as much as case study as he possibly could before the next week was upon them. Why that was necessary was quite beyond Pushkar.

"All your fault Sumo!" He grunted, throwing a file to the ground. He threw his head back and shut his eyes. Rajma chawal had been his childhood's fondest memory. When he opened his tiffin today, his nostrils were filled with delicious aroma of Sumo special Rajma. He not only finished his share but took half of the Manager's tiffin too. "Perks of being the boss." He smiled.