Lawyer(One Shot) ✔

Lawyer

"Oye Preeta, jaldi kar, lunch log dopeher ko karte hai raat ko nahin...zubaan jitni hath bhi chala le..."

"Bass ho hi gaya! Adhe ghante mein sab taiyar ho jayega. Waise Sumo, aaj tera para kuch zyada hi chada hai kyun?"

I didnt bother to answer. By the way, Preeta was right! Today I was totally in a foul mood. So it's better not to answer.

After delivering the lunch boxes to the offices, I sat in my ambassador, feeling dead tired. My phone rang.

"Suman beta... Woh 'Boheme' mein tujhse milne ayega. Thik 6 baaje. Please jaake mille usse!"

" 'Boheme' maa woh to vasant vihar mein hai...pura ulta padega... "

"Tu kaunsa paidal jategi... Chali jana... Milne..."

"Par maaa woh lawyer hai..." didn't know why, I was always very afraid of lawyers since my childhood. Now this fear had become dislike. I always felt, lawyers were some grumpy looking creatures who were created only to brawl.

"Haan to... Lawyers ke kya sing hote hai... Bekar ki bakbak mat kar... Chali jana!". 

Okay!

This was the reason of my foul mood. Maa broke this news to me at the breakfast table, that someone was willing to meet me from past one week, was my father's friend's son. And of course was worthy to get married. She tried to tell me his name, but I wasn't interested so she put the card in my bag. I took it out to see the name.

S. Malhotra,  Dphil in criminology Oxford university. 

Banda Oxford ka hai! To mujhse kyun milna chahta hai! Aur naam to pura likhna chahiye tha... S. Malhotra. Kuch bhi... Aur aj kal kya sabka naam S. Malhotra hi hota hai?! Ek yeh hai, aur ek Shravan. Phone karo to uthata bhi nahin...Idiot, khadoos!

Yes, Shravan, this was another and foremost reason of my horrible mood. Shravan Malhotra, my best friend. We were neighbors. Even we used to go to same school and used to be together all the time. But his father got transferred from Delhi, to Jharkhand when we were in 10th standard. I was devastated, and then I realised, he was not only my friend, I was in love with him. 

But as time passed, we lost touch. Suddenly after 10 years he had called me, and all the faded memories of him, revived, and with him, my love for him too. Now we were talking to each other everyday and night since last month. 

I dialed his number again. This time he answered, "Bol Sumo kya baat hai?Itne saare miss calls koi mar gaya kya?!"

"Nahin ab tak toh nahi par marne wala hai!"

"Haan!! Matlab? "

"Mujhse milne aaj ek ladka aa raha hai...To aaj to woh mere hath se marega!"

"Kyun?"

Fine! He out of the world, asking kyun! Pagal! Itna bhi nahin samajhta ki main tujhse... 

"Arreee bol bhi.. Kyunnn?"

"Mujhe woh pasand nahin." I pouted. 

"Aise kaise tu to mili hi nahin ab tak." He sounded really surprised.

"Milne ki zarooeat bhi nahin... Woh lawyer hai..."

"Toh...lawyer hai to achcha hai, burai kya hai isme?"

"Burai usme. Nahin tujhme hai, Nasamajh" I murmured under my breath.

"Kyaa? Sunai nehi de raha hai. Zor se bol."