AN INEQUITABLE LOVE

Vikram Betal, First Meet and MotuMan

" Sidharth baby lets click a selfie", Shreya said as she clung to Ryan just like Betal while Sidharth denied. Having pulled him back, Shreya continuously forced him to get a picture clicked. This was not because any care or sympathy towards him. she was hell bent on not letting him live in peace. Shreya had always thought that Sidharth loved her and just wanted to hurt him. Well, Sidharth did not give two flying chappals about her. Sidharth gave an uninterested expression and Ryan touched  the white circle, capturing the moment.

" Ek baar dikhana", Sidharth said. Ryan gave the phone to  him. Sidharth looked at the photo and after some five seconds he laughed at the Vikram and Betal standing as it is, confused. Sidharth handed back the phone to Ryan. " Hilli hui hai teri", he said. "How dare you!", Shreya shouted infront of everyone. Sidharth seemed unaffected. " Pay your own bill", Sidharth said as he booked a room for himself. How could Shreya continue the being the same ignorant one?" No baby! Mai kabhi sunungi tumhare khilaf?", she rubbed his arm continued pretending.

 Shreya and Ryan checked into a cottage while Sidharth chose to stay alone . Sidharth took a sigh of relief as he entered his room. This was the longest he was with her.  He had to tolerate her because of his mother. He wished she had not planned a trip. There has to be something to improve. Their relation was just for the sake of the world. They had nothing in it. His mother searched for a scope of improvement. She anyhow wanted her son to be happy. She is a mother after all.

Sidharth called his mother and told her that when they reached and would rest today. They would visit the places the next day and then attend a party the next evening. Sidharth asked her if she had her food. She seemed happy for her son and daughter in law and asked him if he was happy. Sidharth had to agree. After talking on random topics for some half an hour, Sidharth disconnected the call.

" Behave", Rishabh warned as the the three of them headed towards rthe reception. Mr. Patel stood there , waiting for the family. Rishabh held Shehnaaz's waist as she walked. " Jyada bolna mat", he warned agin. Shehnaaz rolled her eyes at him as she cursed him under her breath. Shehnaaz was supposed to be a very silent woman to Rishabh's business friends. They acted like a happy couple while the reality was something else.

 Rishabh hugged Mr. Patel while Shehnaaz just shook hands with him. Mr. Patel seemed to scan her whole self standing in front. Rishabh went back to watch over their trolleys. Mr. Patel was undoubtedly good at grabbing opportunities. " How are you doing Shehnaaz?", he asked as he rubbed his hand on her bare shoulder. " How unsatisfied you seem Mr. Patel!", Shehnaaz threw back a reply glaring at his hand. He removed his hand from there as soon as Rishabh came, seeming so indifferent. He quickly took leave from the couple, telling them about the arrangements. 

" We are not staying together", Shehnaaz said. Rishabh ignored her. " Maine kuch kaha hai tumse", she said again. He just could not aford to let her stay away. What would he say if some one turns up to his room? 

" No ", replied.

" Shut up", she said back as she got a room for herself and Shrey. She held Shrey's hand and went to her room, leaving him behind. Rishabh stood there confused. * Why does she ask me jab isko apne mann ka karna hota hai*, Rishabh thought. 

" Kyunki tu kutta hai", someone said from behind. Rishabh instantly turned back. Who was he? He was infuriated. 

" toh aur kya saale. teri biwi toh tujhe itna sa bhi nahi puchti. Tu kutta nahi toh aur kya hua", talked that man on his phone. It was just a coincidence but it was worth it! Above all, Rishabh really believed that he was one of the kind. He was treated the same. Rishabh ignored it and went back to his room.

" Dukhi aatma", Shehnaaz scoffed as she entered her room. Shrey looked at her walking so fast across the room. He started walking behind her, the same way as she did. Shehnaaz flipped her hair as she walked around. She kept her hands on her hips. Shrey copied her and made a put just like her.