Aaryan avoided Diya that day. He didn’t speak with her. ‘What was wrong?’ she wondered. She asked him. “I didn’t like it.” He said. “What? Sammy is friend. Just a friend. What’s wrong with you?” She replied. “Don’t know. But I surely do not like this.” He repeated. “Don’t you trust me?” She asked. He was numb. Things were stretched.
Is she right? She might be wrong. But I should trust her? Should Sammy be trusted? She is my wife. I should trust her. His mind was messed up. Like a jigsaw puzzle. More he thought, more complicated it got. Life is not that easy.
“Sorry for the last night. I trust you. I love you. More than anyone else could do.” He said and kissed her on forehead. She grinned. He left. He was happy. She smiled.
He reached the place he liked the most. The cricket ground. He had an important match that day. To everyone’s surprise, Sammy was included in the team. Vick was surprised. How can it happen? He thought. Aaryan sensed his uneasiness.
“I know what is bothering your mind. Don’t worry. Sammy is a good player.” Aaryan said. “I tell you, he is not to be trusted.” Vick replied. “Chill. He is a good man.” “Amen!”
The match started. Things favored them. Opposite team gave up at a very low score. But it was a game of uncertainties. Aaryan was bowled out for a duck. Another three of his men got out for the same score. Vick was still there, holding the hope. Sammy came on to bat. Two years of patience reflected his game. He felt a strong urge to whack every ball to the boundaries. He did so. They won. Vick and Sammy were the heroes. Sammy was awarded for his brilliant knock. Aaryan instructed them to have rest instead of celebrations as they had another match the next day.
“Hey! Congrats buddy. You nailed it completely. Let’s have a drink.” Vick said to Sammy. “Thank you but I’m not drinking.” Sammy replied. “Cheer up man. You deserve it. C’mon let yourself go.” The more reluctant Sammy was the more Vick forced him. Sip by sip he drank enough alcohol to lose his conscience. Vick was a smart ass. He wanted Sammy to get crapulent. He gave him some more alcohol. Strong. The truth was to be poured out.
“I have feelings for Diya. Deep feelings buddyyyyy…” He screamed. “Yo man! Diya is your stuff. Aaryan is a douche I tell and Diya! So hot man.” Vick agitated him. “Aaryan.. The man makes me uncomfortable. Bloody tyke.” He shouted at his loudest. A keeper knocked his door. “Aaryan sir instructed you to keep piece. Your voice is reaching other guest rooms.” The keeper said. “Let it reach. Tell that cock sucker I’m not gonna listen to him. Understand you moron.” Sammy said and pushed him. The keeper to got hyper. A clash took place. Vick witnessed it interestingly. Everyone hurried to the place as they heard a big noise. Sammy hurled the beer bottle at keeper injuring him badly. The keeper narrated the entire happenings. Vick added to whatever happened earlier and made the entire drama spicier. He told Aaryan that Sammy said he went extreme with Diya. Many a times. Aaryan was frustrated. He was uneasy. He was angry. He was reckless. He went straight way to his wife.
“Sorry. I’m sorry for whatever happened. I went wrong. Please forgive me.” Diya said. Vick was surprised. She really went extreme with him. Aaryan was broke. He cried. He cussed himself. He hated himself for trusting Diya.
Goodness lost the battle with cruelty. Aaryan thought, he was Othello. She was Desdemona. But he didn’t know Vick was the Shakespeare.