In o.t putting the cutting knife down on the plate, he moved his mask out of his face with a sigh and no change of reaction on his face.
"tell the patient to decrease his drinking habit, if he wants to live more, unless I cant do another surgery on his only kidney that is left of him" he said with a glum face that showed no emotion to the patient.
He got out of the O.T, and a friend of the patient started bombarding him with questions. He got so irritated that he yanked his hand out and slapped that guy.
The guy was so dumbstruck he can say nothing to him, but only hold his right cheek. Guards and doctors came there to stop him, but he was already on his way out. Senior doctor grab him by his arm and told him "Kabir keep your anger issues to yourself, this is a hospital, not your home."
Kabir looked at the firm grip on his arm and looked with angry eyes at the senior doctor "then I wont come back here again, find yourself a new surgent" and yanked his hand away
"one more drink" he said, thumping the glass down on the counter of the bar.
"coming up, sir" the waiter said giving him a side glance.
Even Kabir knew what the waiter was thinking, that he have been sitting in the bar drinking alcohol for straight 8 hours, but he dont care what others think anymore.
So he let his forehead fell down on the counter while having the drink waiter just served.
At that very moment a very drunk guy (wearing a scarf and a sunglass) appeared and ordered scotch.
"ek aur glass la" two voice spoke in unison. a millisecond of glancing at each other and then focusing on their drinks again.
"we are about to close" the waiter said to the new guy
"I dont care, I am paying you, give me my scotch" the guy answered
No one noticed but Kabirs face twitched in a narrow smile before turning back to his cool grumpy self.
He looked at Kabir "so. Heartbreak?"
"none of your business" Kabir said
"No its not quiet my business, but I know why people can be here, this drunk, at this time of the night" he said
"keep your philosophical words to yourself" Kabir spatted at him
"you know I come out of a surgery today" he laughed and continued "and my doctor told me to stop drinking if I wanna live, but here I am"
"Preeti" Kabir said
"See. Heartbreak!" he said with a triumphant smile, "we always tend to mess things up man." he said while getting up with the whole bottle of whiskey and throwing a bunch of Bill's on the counter. "by the way I'm Rahul Jaykar".
Few days later, Kabir saw on the newspaper the headline "THE VERY FAMOUS SINGER RAHUL JAYKAR, COMMMIT SUICIDE"

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alcoholists (Kabir Singh Contest) #KabirSingh
Short Story"ek aur glass la" two voice spoke in unison. a millisecond of glancing at each other and then focusing on their drinks again. that's how they met Rahul jaykar: the heartthrob of thousands Kabir singh: the saviour of thousands