Hello everyone,
I hope that you all are in good health. And I am back with the second episode of my series, It's complicated. I am still not sure where the story is going to go. But I am enjoying these small breaks from my hectic work schedule to do something that I enjoy.

Here's a link to the previous episode.
It's complicated - A short story by inuke
Now on to the train-wreck of a situation of Ashish.

We were out of whiskey and haven’t even addressed the elephant which wasn’t in the room.

“Cigarette? Last wali hain!!!” I offered the last cigarette for sharing. He followed me to the balcony. We haven't spoken much in last 2 hrs. For past 2hrs we were watching the 9XM all of it. The Bollywood dance, the unfunny fillers, and the beauty cream commercials. Not a single word was spoken between us. I wanted to ask a lot of questions. But I guess it didn’t matter, That's the bro code, I guess. If your bro feels shitty you automatically contract that mood. I wanted to get drunk have fun, but here I am wide awake in starring at the last cigarette. And wondering what a waste of a fine whiskey and a fine evening. But that doesn’t matter either, I guess.

“Thanks.”

“Huh!!” I almost dropped the cigarette outside. That would have been a huge waste.
“For what?” I spoke as I lit the stick.
I barely took a puff when he reached out and took my smoke.

“For letting me stay here for tonight.”

“Abey chad gayi kya tujhe. G****” [Are you high?]
“Stay, Bhai... Apna hi ghar hain” [Stay Bro, Its our place] I declare unofficial ownership of the rented apartment between me and my bro.

I don't know what I said or did wrong but he went back to the same gloomy mood.
“Bhai, Zindagi zandh hain” [Its a fu***d up life] he stated the obvious. I mean life sucks for everyone. I agree its worse for some more than others, But sucks for everyone.

“Haan pata hain, Bhai. Agae bol” [We all know that Bro. What else]

“I mean, mera ghar??? I mean mein abhi wahan mein nahi rah sakta, Yaar!!! I just can’t.” [I can no longer stay at that place. Bro] He expressed his disgust towards the place called he knew as home once.

“Chill out, Bro!!!” I said the only thing I could think of.

“Bottle?” He asked for the cheap brand which we keep as an emergency backup for messed up situations like this.

“That was 10year old single malt whiskey which you drank like mineral water. You A******”. I let a small burst of my frustration as he was puffing away the last stick too. I snatch the cigarette and asked him to check the cupboard in my room.

“Naah, Kuch bhi nahi hain wahan.” [Nothing in there] He returned back, dragging the beanbag to balcony.
“What should I do?” He asked as he slumped into the bag.

“Nothing.” I flicked the cigerette from the balcony. It landed on pavement right next to the an old Wagon R. One of these days I am going to hit the target.

“It's better that I sit down.” I felt wobbly. I sat on the floor and rested by back against the wall.

“Its disgusting. Tch...”

I still don't know what to say. I was just sitting there silently. Trying not to ask any question. And avoid discussing the topic entirely even though I was trying to work out the situation.

“I mean how could they do this to me. Tch...”

I kept my silence strong. I was still processing the information he dropped like the nuclear bomb at my party.

“I hate her. I hate everyone. I want to die..” He kept on going with his announcement of how much disgusted he was with the truth that his own sister was his birth mother.

“Hey, Man!!! Its not your fault that you were born to lanisters.” I tried to console him. “And you are good lad, who always pays your debt.” I also threw in a little humor.

Suddenly I felt an earthquake. It took me couple of seconds to realised that I was on the ground. I felt stinging on my left cheek. And there he was, the former kabbadi champion in blood rage, ready to break my jaw. But he held himself back, Looking disturbed and confused and sad.

“Sorry Yaar!!!.” I tried apologizing for my gutter sense of humor. Trying to pick myself up from the floor.

“Sorry naa tu apni... Bhad mein Jaa.” [Take that sorry and shove it. Go to Hell] He got up and dragged the bean bag back to the hall.

I decided not to bother him for the rest of the night.

Well, that was fun. I mean for me, Not so much for Ashish. Poor fellow.
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