Sweet Chillies- Episode 4

Part 1

Rachit Vohra was fuming. He was so angry that had he met someone smaller than 4 feet and weighing less than 35 kgs, he would have surely tried beating him up. Alas he met nobody of those dimensions so he wrote a poem expressing his pain and anguish instead.

That's when the idea to take revenge on that rascal, Siddharth Mallvya! Rachit got up excitedly and hurried to the canteen. It was 7 o clock in the evening, the time when the canteen became the Adda! He entered the canteen a bit scared. Sitting on one of the tables was the girl he was looking for. She sat cross legged on the table, in a purple saree and a green blouse, with her eyes closed having 7 hefty boys who each looked like they could swing a buffalo by its tale and throw it in a pond 40 feet away, around her.

She was the Saree-don! Her name was actually Pushpa Gokhale, but her colourful language, tapori attitude and sharp and evil mind had made her the official Don of the college. She was always surrounded by these 7 future Mr. India contestants who worked for her in conducting contract beatings, extortion, spying, drug and booze trafficking and other shady deals for monetary and other incentives. She was called Saree-don because she always wore a nice navari saree each day, which showed off her rippling muscles.

When Rachit entered the canteen the hefty boys looked at him and started laughing. One came up to him and asked him what he wanted, “Fuck off, dickhead!” were his exact words.

“I.. I... Want to talk to Saree-don... gulp!” said rachit.

“who wants to see me?” said the saree-don, taking out her earphones and opening her eyes.

Part 2

Aditya had followed Siddharth’s advice and had called up prity and told her that he wanted to break up with her. Half of her started crying while the other half of her personality insulted him so much, that his accounts professor’s screaming seemed like pleasant conversation in comparison. But he didn’t give in to either of her personalities. He had always dreamed off a threesome but never in his wildest dreams had he thought it would involve him and two split personalities.

Prity was already split in her mind, but when she heard Aditya wanted to break up, she couldnt handle it anymore. She began weeping uncontrollably like a 5 year old girl who’s just discovered that her puppy got flattened by a truck. It was in that moment that she sunk into a depression greater than the one that had rocked the financial world. She decided to take a drastic step.

Once she had had a big fat black rat that looked nothing as cute as mickey mouse, come in to her room and make her jeans into 3/4ths and her t-shirts into sleeveless. During that time she had bought a bottle of rat poison. The rat had dies in half a teaspoon itself so she still had quite a bit left.

She went to her desk, wrote a letter, blaming everything except global warming and child labour on Aditya. She signed her name below. Then she picked up cell and called Aditya. She told him she was going far far away from him. He told her to pack well, to take a fresh set off underwear and not to forget to pack her toothbrush. She said she wouldn’t forget and kept the phone. Then she took a glass poured the poison into it, put in two ice cubes and had it slowly, On the Rocks.