HIGH AND LOW [COMPLETED]

And welcome our boy

Hey ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome
Your very own writer...

Ohhoo sharam aa ri h🙈🙈🙈

Bas no more sharmana ..
Let's get started with the chapter..........................!

"Devvvv...
Common yar
It's high time now
Spit your anger off and come to us please...."

Ok no more voice description this time😄..
So Aniket, obviously a boy, around 30..shouted on the top of his voice standing over the periphery of a garden and calling a man.. precisely named Dev who is busy in watering plants inside.

"Look Aniket..
We have been friends since childhood..
You helped me and supported me in all my ups and downs...
I really owe you for my so many happy moments..so...." said Dev in a high pitch voice dripping with politeness in every word...made Aniket's views a bit glassy because of the brimming tears in his eyes..

"Yes dev..."he said sobbingly..
"So....you are coming right"
He asked excitingly.

"No my friend...
So you fuck off...bloody creep" dev shouted with damn Hugh pitch that even the sparrows shuddered and started chirping in fear....

Now I believe you all can properly imagine aniket's temperament right that moment but he whisked off from there as he knew his very polite friend wouldn't come to him leaving his plants.

Yeah so basically, Dev Dixit is a flowerist who works in a hotel. He is an orphan who was left in the middle of the road as an infant by his loving parents and fortunately found by a single man who is the manager of the respective hotel Dev works at. Dev has always been obssesed with flowers, they were always so fascinating to him in fact so much that once in childhood Dev planted a small lily plant and took care of it but one day a monkey jumped off the walls of his balcony and broke the plant. That murder of his plant stroke Dev so much that now he hates monkey, so much that whenever he finds one he throws stones at them, well apparently he have to run everytime because monkeys start chasing him but Dev never stops doing that.
So this was the story of his anger, you all can easily judge how angry young man is Dev Dixit the Monkey Hater.

Clear pun and sarcasm is intended in the above story, bachhe kripya ise ghar pe, school aadi me na dohraye, aap Dev Dixit ki tarah hero nhi h monkey aapko pakad sakta h🤘🙂

About flowers, Dev has a small beautiful and fragile heart, like the flower petals which can be broken easily but he and his smile keeps him broken but beautiful always. For him, all the ups and downs of life are the highways and pitways of life, after all a journey is incomplete without all the shits and laurels right.

Dev ke thoughts ki courtesy goes to definitely me🙈
Thank you god for making me so smart.!

Now that he has watered all the plants as much he wants and he got his peace, he now comes back out of garden and ways back to the hotel where his manager dad is waiting for him.

Mr.Desai:- Deva, where were you? Kabse dhund rhe the teko tu kidhar bhi nhi mila.

Dev:- baba, tu kai tension leta h, tere ko nhi pta mai pareshan hota h to garden me jata h.

Mr.Desai:- hn pann..(but)

Dev:- (stopping him in between) achha chhodo, bolo kya order aaya h madam ka?

Mr.Desai:- filhal to kuch nhi but lonavala se phone aaya tha, worker strike abhi bhi chalu h, sale worker log kam krne ko razi nakko(nhi)

Dev:- tu chya maila( teri maa ki..).. inko fokat ke paise de ri kya madam, aao dharna karo, lekin baba
Aisa mast maza aata hoga na ye strike ye protest krne me
Aisa zor zor se mast awaz lagao
" Desh tere sath h
Anna hazare" (in loud voice with waving hands in air)

Mr.Desai:- re devaaa...(face palming) abhi Anna Hazare kidhar se aaya idhar?

Dev:- are baba, apne ko yahich nara aata h khali, hehe

Mr.Desai;- tera kya banega, bappa hi bachayega teko, chal tu ja udhar kisi chef ka lafda hua h dekh jake kya bat h.

Dev goes to check out what's the matter in chefs, basically he is not just a flowerist here, he helps out Mr.Desai in managing as well, as he has grown old so Dev is like a helping hand to him, moreover staffs working in hotel are really frank and happy with Dev so they don't deny to abide by him.

Meanwhile in lonavala (construction site)

Worker 1:- bhaiyon, hume strike krte hue aaj teen din beet chuke h fir bhi kya kisi ko madam ka phone aaya?
(Others shout "nhii" )
Kya koi arrangement ki gyi humare liye ?
(shout again "nhi")
To fir hum apni strike q roke
(People shouts " han han q roke")
Isiliye hum ye strike tab tak nhi rokenge jab tak Sonakshi Bo...(before he could complete another worker came to him with a phone in his hand)

Worker 2:- Aye Dinesh madam ka phone h.

Dinesh was shocked and fear sprawled upon his face. He took the phone with shaking hands and started speaking.

Dinesh:- jjiii... Ji madam

Ms.Bose:- what do you think of yourselves you bloody cheap workers, you think you will summon other workers and set a strike against me and seek more money and I'll kneel to you guys, let me tell you all, Fuck off.
I don't fucking need you all, just get the fuck out of my land did you get that..

Dinesh:- (speechless)

*Beep*
Phone cuts off

Worker 2:- kya boli

Dinesh:- mere ko bhi smajh nhi aaya.. wo.. pyar se bol rhi thi kuch..Shayad bol rhi thi kam kar lo, mai paise de dungi, pta nhi, signal kharab tha fffff sunai de ra tha bas.. Chhodo

Aye dinesh bhai, kuch samjh bhi aaya tumko ki nhi 🙄🙄

Dinesh turned to workers now and started screaming again
"To bhaiyon, abhi madam ka phone aaya tha, ro rhi thi, lekin hum pighalane wale nhi h..Kya( people shout" pighalane wale nhi h")
Hum apni mange puri kiye bina kam nhi karenge (people shout "han han nhi karenge") chalo niklo ab (people about again " han han chlo nikalo ab"). Are maila..Tum sab niklo ab jao, ho gya dharna, baki kal karenge."

And then along with others Dinesh too went back to his house.

---------------------------------
Huff, writing back again is not less than a challenge .
I hope I'm not disappointing you guys as older readers must have some expectations from me.

Pre:- sonakshi:- I'll teach these m*fuckers how to strike, Tina book a flight to lonavala

Please vote and write me your reviews🤘

Signing off
Shruti