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Before starting with this chapter I want you all to go back to the previous one cause I added up someone.....he is someone important..do check up.

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AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW

He held a bottle of liquor in his hand while lying down on the side of the marine drive as images of the people he once called his bestfriends flashed through his inward eye.

Ahan knew growing up and going different ways was a part of life that had to come but vanishing away and not looking back was never the idea....

The future plans that they made together...the idea of living next to each other or getting married at the same time or the promise of having kids around the same time so that they would also grow up to become bestfriends like them....did none of these talks mattered to him...did Arjun not give a damn about anything whilst leaving him behind.....

"Dushman na kare dost ne woh kaam kiyaa h......"

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*Splashhhhhhhh*

"Ekk kaun h....kaun h...," Baburao screamed and woke up after getting splashed with chilled water on a wonderful chilling Delhi morning.

"Main hoon...tumhari biwi...paisaa nikallooo..," Mrs Baburao or Sharda , shouted back keeping the pot aside, that she used to pour water on her dear husband.

"Paisaa? Tu meri biwi h ki wasooli bhaii joh haftaa maang rhi h...chal mere liye badhiyaa chaii bnakar laa..," Baburao said dismissing her but Sharda ji wasn't having it anymore.

"Chai chahiyee? Phir thodi der baad naashta chahiye hogaa....phir khanaa....phir kuch aur sab kuch chahiyee aur sab cheez ke liye paisaa chahiye joh tumse kamayaa nhi jata h.. isiliye niklooo chalooo mere ghar se niklooo aur binaa paise kamayee waapis mattt aana..niklooo..," Sharda exclaimed pushing Baburao out of the bed and towards the main door.

"Areyyy mereko mere hi ghar se bahar nikaal rhi h!!!," Baburao exclaimed.

"Itne acche karam nhi h tumhare joh ghar khareed sakoo...mere bhaii ka ghar h yehh....aur tum toh niklooo chalooo..," saying so she pushed Baburao out of the house and banged the door close at his face.

"Mereko bhi nhi rehna tere ghar mai....jaa rhaa hoon mereko kisi ki zaroorat nhi h reh loonga akelaa...,"

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"11:30 am"

"Aur uthh gye nawab sahaab....thodi der aur so lete....," Aslam Merchant taunted his ideal son who had just woken up from his beauty sleep.

"Areyyy yaar yeh bhi subah subah shuru ho jate hain...," Arbaaz murmured underneath his breath as he sat beside his cousin who was reading a novel.

"Beta naashta doon?," the maid of the house asked Arbaaz who nodded in return and gave an "obviously" look.

"Haan bhaii chappan bhog lagakar do.... Sahab jang jeet kar aayee hain," Mr Merchant again taunted while reading his paper.

"Areyyyy....khana hi nhi h mujhe mai khaunga hi nhi...ja raha hoon," Arbaaz exclaimed in frustration and made his way towards the main door.

"Areyy hadd ho gyi...kyon bolte ho itna dekha na khali pett chala gyaa... bewakoof aadmi," Arbaaz's mother exclaimed getting up and going inside the house.

"Kahaan ja rhe ho?,"Arbaaz's cousin asked Arbaaz who was zipping up his jacket to leave the house.

"Marne ja rhaa hoon join karnaa chahoge..,"Arbaaz replied.