"No matter how valuable you are and your ideas, fools will certainly play both of you down, so exclude yourselves from the inflammatory environs of fools."
― Michael Bassey Johnson
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Dishan decided to listen to his friend for once and left the bottle back. He decided to patrol around his house and check on everyone. Nikhat was fast asleep, Mariam chachi, Feroz chacha have been too long lost in their slumber as well. His parents were on their way to sober land as he saw the two cleaning up the mess around them. And his crazy sister was too unbothered about the world while her husband was caressing her head lovingly and was lost in her world. He chuckled at the sight and took a few pictures of them and left.
As their lips collided Prajakta felt that electricity in a flash... the sparks and the butterflies... it felt like she is floating in the air. But that was soon cut down as Danishk the stupid Malhotra got tired and rested his head over her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Dishan on the other hand felt distraught as he witnessed that kiss happening between Prajakta and Danishk. Prajakta was never his priority or focus... she is Danishk's assistant... used to meet her here and there... in a party, event, or in his office. He used to observe her from afar, trying to analyze her and figure out what are her intentions. This girl has a brain of a child when something excites her. A full-on morning person who loves playing sports, he even witnessed her slurping on her lollipops like a small kid. That memory did bring out a chuckle after which he took out a cigarette and lit it up... He has observed her being physically weak and having strong willpower, which pulled him towards her the most. But now he realized that he is yet again chasing something which was never his.
Danishk woke up from hunger pangs in the middle of the night and rushed toward the kitchen while his jaw kind of hurt. Wait, what did he do to get such pain? Maybe he has a bruise on his jaw... shaking his head he focused on his need for food. And to his dismay, the kitchen was fully packed with Manali, Nikhat, Asad, Ridhima and her husband hogging overall kinds of snacks in the pantry. What the-
"I am f*cking hungry can't you guys spare me some?"
Danishk yelled at them causing all of them to pause for a bit.
"Have some maggie, I made it just now."
Nikhat offered to which her twin Asad chuckled.
"Bro I tell you, if you eat her maggie, you will die. So, there are some chocolates in the fridge. It's kinda weird that Shika chachi has chocolate in her fridge."
And Nikhat smacked his head for that and then Ridhima neared him offering him chips. He gladly took them and started munching while he roamed around the area. He then went towards the backyard and that was when a cool breeze hit his face causing him to relax his senses. Slowly a smile escaped through his lips as he felt feather-like light as he munched on the potato chips. And then the drapes of the door from his behind, tickled his back causing him to turn and the visual of Prajakta fighting with those heavy drapes and cursing him caused him to freeze in his place as the memories of his intoxicated state started to flood in causing him to gasp.
The next day, Prajakta didn't know when she woke up actually but she had been continuously brushing her teeth and scrubbing her lips, again and again, to get rid of the sweet tingly feeling which had woken her up the whole night. She didn't even understand why that was bothering her so much but she tried her best to not think about that accidental kiss. But that was the problem. The mere thought of that incident got her to stumble into the rabbit hole of that incident leading to that freaking kiss- an accidental kiss. Ugh! She has to focus! She decided to run errands and stock up on a few things in her pantry hence she got dressed up and took a bag while tying her hair up messily and leaving her place. As she made her way downstairs through the elevator, she rushed out only to bump into the person she wanted to run away from the most. Danishk Freaking Malhotra. Her eyes widened as he held her by her shoulders and the close proximity caused their breath to fan on each other's skin causing the tension to build further.
"Um... sorry-"
Prajakta uttered those words and Danishk cut her off immediately.
"Sorry? Sorry for what? For taking advantage of me when I was intoxicated or sorry for almost injuring my jaw-"
At that mockery at her, Prajakta placed her hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming out loud as they were right in front of their building and she was worried that her neighbors would gossip about their meeting.
"Can't you talk normally for once? And what are you talking about?"
Prajakta denied while her cheeks flushed to the deepest shade of red and she averted her gaze as it was traveling back to his lips again and again. He roughly shoved her hand away and cornered her to the concrete wall behind her and placed his hand right next to her.
"Wow! You have such guts... you know what, let me get ready, let's meet on the ground for a game of cricket for three... no for you, let it be one freaking over... then when you lose, I will tell you whose fault it was!"
At his declaration, shivers crawled down Prajakta's spine and she was at a loss of words to even utter a reply and fuming Danishk went past her. Prajakta decided to still run errands because she needs to clear her head and get back to playing the game with freshness. When she was back, Danishk was already on the ground holding a bat and glaring at her. Drawing a deep breath and exhaling she made her way to the ground and caught the ball which Danishk threw at her.
"Our security is the umpire, for your kind information. And as you are ten minutes late, I am gonna bat first."
Glaring at the security, she decided to ball after running to the crease line and stopped behind it. Danishk flew his bat into a 45 degree and hit the ball causing it to fly away into a six and Prajakta ran towards the ball while cursing. Ugh! This is going to take a long time. She inwardly sighed and took the ball.
"What the hell are you doing? If you don't know how to play, then just accept your defeat."
Prajakta gaped at him and she glared at him even more furiously as it was the fourth ball and because the ball hit him on his arm, he furiously lashed at her. God! He is kinda punishing her for sure.
On the next ball, she aimed right at the wicket and the stump fell down at the impact causing her to scream 'out' and Danishk threw his bat away in a rage. Prajakta jumped around and danced around him to infuriate him further. So now it was his time to bowl and she ran to take the bat. At the first bowl, she managed to score a four leaving Danishk baffled while she chuckled at his face. The next ball he deliberately tried at a much faster pace than usual causing it to bounce way too hard and that hit her right side shoulder causing her to gasp out loud and hunch over.
"Prajakta!"
Danishk rushed to her side to examine her and she laughed while she exclaimed him that he should focus on bowling and not hit people while she playfully pushed his shoulder. And on the next ball, she hit her bat hard and scored a six after which she scored four with the next two balls and the last ball went to become a no-ball which was confirmed by their umpire. Ans also the umpire declared that Prajakta won to which she jumped around in joy.
"Hey I paid you, you were supposed to be on my side you dumbhead!"
"Well he did the job he was given, he was a good umpire-"
"Oh! Shut up you-"
"Or what? Sore loser-"
"Shut up you molester-"
Prajakta gasped at his statement at the same time a kid screamed at them.
"If you won't have to play then leave the ground uncle!"
Prajakta burst out laughing while Danishk glared at her and left the ground. At the office, Danishk commanded his employees with their tasks in a foul mood while Prajakta enjoyed the show. In the evening Prajakta arrived at his cabin with a smirk and a packet filled with powdered color to which Danishk gaped at her hand.
"What the hell... I am not doing anything with that colour thing... throw it away now!"
That itself caused Prajakta to laugh as she handed over him the colour.
"Right now, you don't have the power to argue. So, do as I say."
And he was doomed! What the hell is wrong with him and his stupid brain that he is agreeing with all of this. Anyway, he stood in front of the main reception area waiting for someone to enter that spot so that he could throw the color he is having with him at them and be done with the task assigned by Prajakta as a dare because he lost the match. Gosh! Why did he underestimate that a girl like her won't be knowing anything about cricket? As he watched over, someone entered the area he dropped his head and decided to do it discreetly. And as he planned he collided with the person who was opposed to him and then he smeared the powdered shocking pink colour all over their head.
"Bura na maano, holi hai." (Don't be offended it's holi.)
"What the f*ck-"
Danishk heard the person curse in a familiar tone due to which he lifted his head and turned to see the person and to his luck it was the stupid Dishan. Looking at his super pissed face he threw a few more of it to enrage him further.
"The hell... stop it Dan!"
He yelled out while on the other hand Prajakta wasn't able to stop laughing at the duo who were ridiculously fighting.
"Happy holi Dish soap!"
And that was when Danishk was laughing like a kid after a long time.
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A/N:
So This is it!