Love Started With A 'Boo' | ✓

Episode 15

𝘈𝘮𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘳, 2017
𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘵

Pushpinder Singh ─ a prominent personage in the field of drug dealing and prevarication was decisively taken away to his warranted place under the wings of the lawful acts of the judiciary and of course, the Police and before everything, the testimony of cases against him was shown to his frightened family and other important guests also who were not buying our statements.

"My son cannot do this, he has a business there in Canada, he cannot do this," Pushpinder's mother was crying hysterically as the police had already handcuffed his hands and were pulling him towards the rightful place for his interrogation and later punishments which were anticipating for him. The lady had gone berserk the way she was hauling but it was not her mistake ─ it was her son because of whom she had to face so much of mortification in front of so many people.

Not only her, but Pritika's family too was crushed. A girl's marriage is the most important event of her life springing with her engagement ceremony, and it'd be very ruinous if they get to know that their would-be husband has already mated eight women and is contracted in the unauthorised transaction of drug-dealing. No girl deserves such fate.

An eerie reticence had befallen and Pritika's physiognomy was echoing as if she would cry any moment. Studying the sumptuous arrangement and the extravagance of this resort, I could effortlessly calculate how feather-like the pockets of her father would've become. It was still a resolute reality that the wedlock of a couple is such a consequential event yet only the father of a girl has to pay for all its expenses as girls are the only ones who have taken the heavy burden of a paid partnership to be a sous-chef, cleaner, duties-performer and next, a 24*7 servant of yours.

I sighed at my extemporaneous philosophies and glanced at the distressing atmosphere for the last time as even I likewise needed to leave as others among my team also were vacating this place. I was feeling wretched for Pritika and her family, they really didn't deserve all this. I would've surely grasped and comforted her but this was not the appropriate moment for it. Not for once did she adhere her orbs with mine as if my kernels would burn her alive if she'd venture to do so. Releasing a profound flutter, I grimaced and said sayonara to Pritika, telekinetically.

However before I could've taken a step towards the egress, a hand suddenly came from nowhere and stopped my gait. I turned my face towards the invader and received something which I for sure hadn't envisioned even in my worst will-o'-the-wisp.

A darshan of stars detour in the form of a cheek-puncturing slap!

A few minutes passed by and everyone just stood there in silence looking at me as if I did something wrong ─ I guessed it even with my eyes closed because of the fierceness of the slap. Everybody started to whisper in each other's ears. And then I opened my eyes to see who was the one who had taken a step against a proficient advocate.

Kiski shaamat aayi hai!

I witnessed none other than would-be Mrs Hippo in her hot under the collar vogue. My eyes were still taking in the enraged form of my chewing gum who was resembling no less than the Goddess Mahakali I had mentioned prior. I watched her in absolute terror and bewilderment, questioning her with my eyes for the gift of slap she had venerated to me.

Shaamat to meri aayi hai!

"The engagement is over now, please leave," before Pritika could've inaugurated her mouth to explain her sudden burst of violence on me, her father requested in a polite tone to everyone. He too might have comprehended that there was something-something cooking between his daughter and me, after all, he was the farsighted and calculating SP of Chandigarh police. The guests started moving out the banquet hall with their inquisitive eyes already implanted on us, and as if they were threatened, none of them was muttering among themselves now.