The last day of the year, every one busy planning and
prepping around for the big bash. It is one of the most hyperactive day of the
year. Women are sleeping in the couches, allowing the lady to do whatever she
feels like… oh…half of the day soaked in pedicure, and other half of the day
immersed in make-up. Men are busying drooling about alcohol and women, to be
precise. Then there was Ashima working on her pottery skills. Recently, she
started pursuing her hobby or say love for pottery in the form of weekend hobby
classes.
Her WhatsApp beeps, on the screen it flashed Ayaan. She
ignored and it was obvious why. Ayaan is her cousin who has recently shifted to
the city which never sleeps- Mumbai. He was super excited about the upcoming New
Year, and being a newbie in the city brought immense pleasure to the kid.
“Why can’t you reply to the text?” Ayaan over the phone
“Cz I have better work to do than listen to your girlfriend
stories” replied Ashima
“Oh! Please. Atleast mine are better than your friendship
crap stories” Ayaan teased her
“Ok…ok… Now tell me what happened?” Ashima irritated with the
statement
“Well, we are planning to go out for a party and you have to
join as this is the last day of your bachelorhood year di” Ayaan laughed
“Umm…shut up. I don’t want to come and I am cooking dinner
today…so you come home” Ashima replied
“No please, don’t be a spoil sport. Please I beg you di…
please please…” Ayaan begged Ashima
“Ok fine, I will join… but I’ll be a little late. In the meanwhile,
you guys start your kiddo type party” Ashima teased him
“Ha.. haa.. not funny anymore. Ok cool, come safe and call
me once you start” Ayaan disconnected
Ashima loved cooking for her cousins, she was the elder one
in the sibling clan and was getting married in the coming year. She wasn’t aware
of the fact that all her cousins were throwing her a bachelorette party on the
New Year’s Eve. At 7 PM, Ashima dropped a text to Ayaan that she is leaving for
his place.
At 10 PM, Ayaan pacing around the balcony… troubled, Ashima hasn’t
reached till now. With all the traffic jams around the place, she should have
reached by 9 PM. Ayaan phone started ringing, an unknown call… he started to
panic and pant heavily.
“Hello, is this Ayaan?” other side of the phone
“Ayaan” he replied
“Ashima Kapoor met with an accident and has been admitted in
our hospital in emergency. Her last dialed number was yours. May I know are you
a relative of hers? You should come down to the hospital immediately” the nurse
kept on talking
Ayaan collapsed
All the cousins, Ishmeet, Vihaan, Naina, Mehak gathered
around Ayaan and heard the lady screamed over the phone. Ayaan gained some
conscious and narrated to his cousin about the accident. Everyone rushed to the
hospital. Sitting in the auto, Ayaan was trying hard not to think anything
wrong. He prayed for Ashima to be alright. Every passing second, his heart sank
with the thought blood stained kurta of his sister. He blamed himself for
forcing her to join in for the party. The phone started to ring again and this
time it was Ashima’s fiancé.
Ayaan gathered all the strength and answered the
phone, only to hear the news.
