Scene 1:

"Hmmm...Manik, your all disciples are at last under one roof. A perfect chaotic morning. Mihika, come to the room when the breakfast party gets over."

Mihir hastily gulps the remaining tea and gets up. He is a bit reserved person and he knows Manik's friends can't open and spend their time freely in front of him. Cabir, Dhruv, Harshad and Abhimanyu occupy the vacant seats when Cabir halts Mihir with his weird question.

"Mihir Bhai, Manik is your real brother or your parents found him in any dustbin?"

"Shut up okay....this joke has become too boring and archive. He is my real brother from the same mother. Just look at our height, complexion, features...same to same. We look like carbon copy....isn't it, Bro?"

Manik affectionately asks and winks at Mihir who wobbles with rolling eyes.

"Why did you ask this, Cabir? Do you have any doubt?"

Mihir asks with fake innocence as he knows Cabir must have asked this for any reason. Either he is trying to prove any unusual theory or he just simply wants to pull Manik's leg.

"There are two reasons. First, right now Manik is stinking like a pig."

Manik glares at Cabir and lifts his forearm to sniff his armpit. Mihir controls his chuckle with lots of effort. Cabir continues,

"Secondly, last night he only said that his mind has become like a dustbin...packed with litter. Last week he said that even a dustbin looks cleaner than his office desk. And today morning he was searching something into the dustbin when I was talking to him on a video call. And you know Bhabi...he was sitting on the bed, holding the bin on his lap...Yuck. Now, you decide; a person who is so obsessed with dustbin that in every step of his life it comes then it is obvious that this question can arise in my mind."

"Hey...you RJ joker...yesternight I was messed up. That's why I told you that. And my desk is really the most disorganised place. Peon Mahabir even got scolded for this and today morning....I...just forget it!"

Manik squares his shoulder and halts his words. How can he disclose that he was actually searching for the cigarette packet which he threw inside the dustbin last night when Mihir abruptly came into his room? He secretly glares at Cabir. Mihika whiffs something fishy and comes forward to save her bro-in-law.

"Okay, enough of talking. Now, have breakfast. I get the tea. Mihir, I have already kept your shirt pressed on the bed. Get ready. I am just coming."

Saying this she heads to the kitchen and Mihir approaches the bedroom. Today is Sunday but still, he has some work.

"Harshad, you had your shooting...right? Today is Sunday. Then let's go to the set, Man. In any case, I have nothing important to do. What you say...Cabir, Abhi, Dhruv? Ready to see his overacting? Ha..ha..."

Manik places his plan. Harshad rolls his eyes.

"Stop these jokes, Man. I am not going to the set."

He mouths with a sad pout. Abhimanyu teasingly enquires,

"Why, Dude? Why the mention of your set made you upset? Wow, what a pun! Kudos poet, Abhi."

He dramatically pats his own back and Harshad grimaces at him and mimics,

"Poet! Your poems give me sweat...See, I also can pathetically rhyme...ha...ha...but guys, jokes apart. I am in a problem and need your suggestion."

"What happened? Anything serious?"

Dhruv becomes concerned.

"Ummm...a bit. A girl. My laptop's hard disk crashed last week and I called customer service. In between a supervisor of a call centre was handling my enquiries and calls. However, the day before yesterday I got involved in a verbal spat with her."

Harshad shrugs and reveals. Cabir squints his eyes and asks quizzically,

"Spat with a brat...wow, even I can rhyme. Abhi, your days are gone, Bro. Well, Harshad; spill the bean, Dude. Did you try to flirt with her and got knocked out....wow, your prestige is punctured, my hero."

"Shut up, Cabir...Harshad, tell me in detail...What exactly happened?"

Manik asks while sits on the chair squarely.

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Scene 2:

"What the fuck! He just said that?"

Nandini flares her nose and spits. Soha nods and continues,

"Not only that; he was continuously flirting and when he said, 'My hard dick I mean hard disk often gives me trouble. Want a permanent solution, Ms Khurana.' I just wanted to punch him then and there. How dare he tell me those double meaning lines."

"Awww...very daring guy I must say. Then what did you say to puncture his hard dick...well disk?"

Mukti chuckles out. Soha glares at her and retorts,

"I wish I could have. I said, get a new laptop. Sir. I think your disk became old to serve you more. He..he..."

Navya and Aliya giggle and roll over on each other.

"Old disk...or dick...both trouble a man. I think he got a tit for tat answer. By the way, who is this horny guy? Any name?"

Navya becomes curious.

"Harshad Saxena...some tv actor. He tried very hard to make me recognise himself but as you all know; I just hate those melodramatic daily soaps. I again punctured his pride. I said I think your hard disk crashed because you saved your serial clippings in it. Even a machine can't take so much melodrama at a time. Please spare me. Ha...ha...He just kept mum for a long."

Soha shrugs proudly and states. Nandini reclines on the bed rest and utters convincingly,

"I don't think this matter will end here so peacefully. He will trouble you again. After all, you dared to hit his male ego."

Aliya sits squarely on the bed and asks Nandini with a tender voice.

"Don't mind, Nandini but why do you hate males so much. I mean sometimes you sound too misandrist."

Nandini skirts her eyes all over her friends and replies in a confident voice,

"I am not a misandrist but a true believer in girl's power. I know boys consider us as the weaker sex and my objection is there. I just hate this male mindset."

"If someday someone comes in your life who doesn't bear this stereotypical mindset, will you accept him in your life?

Navya sounds hopeful. Nandini stretches her legs more in a relaxing position and chuckles out,

"I will think about it if this absurd thing ever happens. But right now, let's go to any pub. It's Sunday evening and I am getting bored."

"Then let's go to my pub. I have a late-night performance. We can enjoy and spend time."

Mukti enthusiastically suggests. All hoot in ecstasy and get up to be ready. They just want to look...Classy, sassy and a bit smart assy. After all, no one can ever be entertained by them as them.

Author's note: Next chapter, some unusual encounter. The new connection will grow. Stay tuned for more drama. 👍❤