Gehraiyaan - A ShiVi SS

Chapter 8

"Shiva, mujhe baat karni hai tujhse." Gaurav said impatiently, after clearing up the vessels post-dinner.

"Haa bol." Shiva looked once at him, before wiping the table.

"Accha, sun na Shiva, mai zara neeche utar rahi hoon. Richa, Sakshi sab aaye hai, aa jaungi 15-20 minute mein, theek hai?" Raavi grabbed the keys and her wallet, closing the door behind her.

"Dhyaan rakh!" He called out to her, and heard a muffled 'okay' from behind the door. "Haa, Gaurav. Tu kya bol raha tha?"

"Tune aaj Mahi se jaise baat ki, mujhe accha nahi laga."

Shiva turned to face him, "I'm sorry about that, okay? But baat ho gayi na woh dono ki? So let's leave it?"

"No. Bohot rude tha, you should apologise to her." He folded his arms.

"Gaurav, agar Mahi khud aake bolegi, toh mai maafi maang lunga. Par usse uski galti samajh aa gayi na, toh tu kyu pakad ke baitha hai ye baat abhi tak?" Shiva argued.

"Because I didn't like it. Simple. Tujhe bhi nahi pasand aata jab koi Raavi ke baare mein bolta hai. Same thing."

"It's not the same thing, Gaurav. Raavi ke defense mein bolne ke liye mai maafi nahi maangunga. Chod na yaar, kyu dimaag ka dahi kar raha hai sone se pehle?" He asked irritatedly.

"Tu badal gaya hai, Shiva. Bohot badal gaya." Gaurav said, and Shiva threw the cloth he was holding on the floor.

"Kya badal gaya? Nahi, aisa kya ho gaya hai jo tu itna drama kar raha hai?" Shiva tapped his foot impatiently.

"Woh ladki ke aane ke baad tera kuch zyaada hi ho raha hai-"

"Raavi. Raavi naam hai uska. Izzat se." Shiva pointed at Gaurav angrily.

"Tu rehne de. Uske aane ke baad ye ghar kuch ZYAADA hi badal gaya. I hate these changes. Ek number ki panauti lagti hai woh-"

"AYYYEEE!" Shiva grabbed Gaurav's collar, seething in anger. "Woh SIRF meri panauti hai. Apna ye muh bandh rakh, warna TOD DUNGA."

"Chod collar Shiva. Kaisa junglee bann jaata hai uske zikr se. CHOD!" Gaurav struggled against his hold, "Aaj tak kabhi aisa nahi kiya hai tune. Uss kal ki aayi ladki ke liye, tu humari dosti bhul gaya."

"Aye!" Shiva let go of his collar, snapping his finger in his face, "Pehli baat, mai aisa hi hu, humesha se. Aur dusri baat, mai dosti mein umar, time kuch nahi dekhta. Lekin tujhe hisaab lagana hi hai, toh chal."

Shiva rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed a chair, sitting on it with his hands clasped and arms resting on his knees. "Mai tujhe kitne time se jaanta hu? 3 saal se. Mai uss chipkali ko kabse jaanta hu, pata hai? 3 saal ki umar se. Meri puri zindagi mein woh ek insaan hai jo humesha constant rahi hai. Toh agar tu ye hisaab karne baithega, toh khaate mein hoga."

He got up and walked towards Gaurav, "Izzat chahiye, toh izzat dena bhi aana chahiye. Bade baap ka beta hai, iska matlab ye nahi ki sab tere aage jhukenge, samjha?"

"I.... Don't... Care!" Gaurav spat, and Shiva rolled his eyes, "I don't want her here, and that's it. Woh panauti hai, toh hai. Mujhe toh lagta hai Mrs. Fernandes ko bhi uski nazar lag gayi, that's why she-"

"SHUT UP, GAURAV. JUST SHUT UP." Shiva grabbed his collar even tighter this time, almost raising Gaurav off the floor.

"I... won't shut up. Sun le tu bhi."

"Tera mooh todne mein 2 second nahi lagega-"

"SHIVA BAS. STOP IT! STOP IT, PLEASE!"

Shiva let him go as soon as he heard her, her broken voice.