a pathetic love story

dinesh called me yesterday very late. he generally does so. old habits of drunkards die hard :p i have since college times listened to his rants of not getting enough scores after he was 11 pegs down. but this time it was different. i at first thought that he was enjoying himself on my expense when he mentioned this girl, neetika. he always had this motto of "fuck and forward". i remember that he even wasn't able to remember name of the female he laid the last night. this has to be something else, i desperately tried to convince myself as i heard the hoarse sound which was different from the wanton sound which escaped his lips when was high. this time he seemingly was not able to control. he met this female in this pub around a month back. i was now well in control and already made myself ready for the series of surprises that i could foresee. but this couldn't be happening. she wasn't an angel. she wasn't a bimbo. she wasn't a slut. she was a (plain) misfit there. but dinesh! looking apart, he used to scare away from such breed. he couldn't stand talking to a female for more than 15 minutes (ofcourse, if it wasn't the debate over best flavored brand of condoms). she came to the pub with blue jeans, white shirt and glasses on. "bloddy hell!" i said, "you even remember that?". she laughed like crazy when dinesh started hitting upon her friend. she slapped him when she was taking her friend back after he laid her in a tipsy state back to her car and he offered them a lift. he went back to their place to deliver the purse which she forgot the next morning. but actually he wanted to give that plain crap his piece of mind. he still was in a daze when he got out of their flat. she was neetika. she was some stupid HR deputy manager in some stupid MNC. he was surprised when he reached his home. her laugh was still ringing in his head. he took the receptionist in his office to dinner and later to bed just to make sure if he hasn't gone crazy. she was a great lay as always. but neetika was still laughing in his head as if she was scorning his attempt to defeat her by laying some apparently more beautiful, hotter girl than she was. she called him the next day. he was surprised. he was doing everything to shut her out of his head. but shutting her physical presence would be a defeat that he couldn't bear. he accepted to meet her had dinner and dropped her home. he couldn't remember anything other than the scorn that she seem to have on her face for him and something exactly opposite in her eyes. he met her thrice for the same reason in next 7 days. he asked the receptionist to move into his flat. she did and he tried to hid from neetika's face and laugh in her arms. this hasn't ever happened to him. he wasn't able to cope. it was today morning, he told me when he met neetika for brunch. she as usually, giggling, ordered for chicken tikka sandwich. dinesh's eyes were swollen with the lack of sleep for last 2 days. he was thinking about her through out the nights. he came there to accept his defeat today.

"oh oh, my johnny bravo" she interrupted when he tried to cough up the words "eat this sandwich. And why are your eyes swollen. I told you to cut down on your smirnoff and then bimbo". Another trademark giggle. "And take a leave from office today and go to sleep cuz i don't want you to sleep in my engagement party tonight."