Shaadi Mubarak
Fateh gulps, his hands firmly resting in the pockets of his pants. His gaze unwantingly flickering to his left.
He licks his lips. The coaster that rests on the glass of water is currently in an unproportional state. It should be slightly shifted towards the left.
The ratio of the small wood piece is more for the right side, just a little push is needed- And his hand hastily flows out of his pocket, carefully shifting the coaster, placing it perfectly on the glass.
A wave of relief washes over him. The earlier sight was indeed
nerve-blasting.
"Finally aa gaya lagta hai!" A deep sigh from his right makes him snap back into reality.
He looks at his brother, the sluggish smile on his face. As Always. How can people smile so much?
"Ram Kamal Square wali dukaan hum dono mein se jisko bhi mele, profit aadha batega, theek hai na!"
Fateh almost sulks before his face snaps towards his second brother. Older. In fact, both of them. Perhaps if he weren't the youngest, the situation would've been different-
"Theek hai parmatma." His voice cuts from besides Fateh before they share a small chuckle of laughter. Very well. The will hasn't even been announced yet, and the tigers are ready to pounce.
But Fateh doesn't care. He just needs the Goa property, and then he's out, for good.
Well, it's almost obvious that who would get what. This is just formality. A formality he has to take part in because of his Father. Dead Father. For good-
"Good Morning to the Gill Brothers!" The lawyer barges in the counseling room, the faint clicking of the glass door echoing with him.
The three brothers instantly straighten, their eyes on the document clutched between his fingers. He sits, takes his time, and smiles. That fake professional smile.
"Toh, kahan se shuru kiya jaye?" he mumbles, settling comfortably into the chair.
"Company ke shares," Fateh's older brother chirps in.
"Excellent choice," the lawyer counters back, the rustle of the file filling the silence.
"Syndicate Company ke 50 percent shares Jujhar Singh Gill ke naam kiye jaate hain aur baaki 50 percent Kunwar Singh ke." He says in one go before reciting the entire gibberish.
Fateh feels both of his brothers relax, the most valuable thing was inherited rightly, with everybody's agreement.
Now what was left was a small stationery shop and the Goa property. That is supposed to be Fateh's-
"Gaganjyot Stationaries ke ab maalik hain Jujhar Singh Gill." The lawyer announces, making Fateh's brother beam at them both. Show-off.
Just because he was his Father's favorite? Oldest are always the favorites and deeply the cruelest. The lawyer swiftly turns the page. Fateh momentarily leans ahead.
"Punji, Goa mein 500sq yards ka plot-" Fateh almost hears his name assigned with the line-
"On Sale kar diya jayega next Tuesday".....
Silence. Rather awkward silence. Jujhar's gaze narrows, flickering between the lawyer and Fateh. The lawyer presses his lips together, closing the file with a soft thud.
His eyes on Fateh, who clearly has a what-the-fuck expression on his face.
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A loud rumble of laughter pierces through Fateh's throat, his head tipping back against the chair.
The lawyer scratches his head before sliding a glass of water towards him. Fateh does take his time to subside his chuckle.
"Toh aap keh rahe hain, ki jab tak mein iss ladki se shaadi nahin karta, mujhe property nahin mil sakti?" he repeats, sinking into the rotating chair.
"Ji, aisa maine nahin, aapke pita ji ne kaha tha," the lawyer corrects, planting his elbows on the table.
Another soft chuckle escapes Fateh, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling. Sure. Why not. How could that old man rest in peace without irritating the soul out of him.
"Dekhiye-"
The lawyer's voice makes his red eyes snap towards him.
"Aapke paas ek hafte se bhi kam hai, dhoondhiye iss ladki ko warna plot bhool jayiye-"
Fateh loudly bangs his fist on the table, leaning ahead, glaring straight into the lawyer's eyes. The clock on the wall ticks.
"Woh plot mera hai, aur mein usse bikne nahin doonga," he mutters, his voice dangerously low. The lawyer not once backs away from the intense eye contact, a smirk tugging his lips.
"Shaadi mubarak phir."
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The door to the lawyer's cabin swings open, Fateh storming out of it. Anger radiating from him. He needs that plot. For funds. For his start-up, his everything-
"Oye, kuch baat bani?" Kunwar's yell makes him halt. Without looking at him, Fateh shakes his head, slow.
"Pata tha, papa kisi 80 saal ke buddhe virgin ko Goa wala ghar kyon hi denge-" Jujhar jokes, a snicker escaping him as, his mischievous gaze snaps towards already smiling Kunwar-
Fateh crosses the distance between them in milliseconds, his fingers harshly clutching Jujhar's collar.
"Kutte, mera sab paani mein chala gaya!" He grunts, moving him to-and-fro by the neck. Jujhar too grips his collar, now tugging equally.
"Kutte, tera 'sab' mein hai hi kya?" He grunts-
"Arey, bas karo tum dono!" Kunwar yells, making them still. They suddenly become aware of the lingering gazes on them. Of course, they forgot that they were in a formal place-
"Sun Fateh, bhai toh shaadi karle, ek saal baad divorce, property ghar se bahar jaaye, yeh theek nahin hai!" Kunwar mumbles, gently swaying his hands in the air.
Fateh slightly nods, this was the only solution.
"Haan aur iss bahane shayad teri virginity ka shraap bhi utar jaaye-"
"Mein iska muh todunga Kunwar, samajhale-"
"Phir tik tik shuru tum dono ka-"
"YE noor hai kaun bhenc-"
