"yup sure.. Let's celebrate it.." Sanyukta said and got up from the sofa..
"kahan??" asked Randhir..

"beer lane.. Sarab ke bagair ko bhi celebration incomplete hain.." she chipped..
"are ruko meri Miss. Drunken Queen..
Beer chodo.. Aur chalo mere saath.." he got up..

"kahan??" she frowned..
"mere style me celebrate karte hain.. Tumhare sarab ke bagair.." he winked
"fir mujhe nehi karni koi celebration.." she pouted..

"are kyun nehi karni??" Randhir narrowed his eyebrows..
"kyun ki bina alcohol ke celebration booorrriiinnnggg hoti hain..
Aur Sanz koi boring chiz nehi karti.." she said with attitude..

"accha thik hain.. Ek baar mere style me celebrate karke dekho..
Fir agar tumhe boring lage toh we'll buy some beer bottle.." he tried to make her understand..

"ab itna insist kar hi rahe ho toh thik hain..
Man leti hu tumhari baat.." she said casually..
"thank you my half friend..
Now go and change..." he smiled..

"yup.. I'll be in 10 minutes.." she headed towards their bedroom..
"Sanyukta..." Randhir called her out..
"what??" she turned..
"don't wear your party outfit.. Wear something casual.." Sanyukta glared at him hearing that..
"are I'm not interfering.. It's just that.." Randhir tried to justify himself..
"it's okay.." she chipped and went in the bedroom..

Sanyukta came after 15 minutes wearing simply jeans and long top..

(ignore the sunglasses as it was evening time)

"chale.." Sanyukta came and stood in front of Randhir who was busy gawking her..
"come back to earth Mr. Writer.." she snapped her finger in front him..

"umm.. Haan.. Yeah.. Let's goo.." he grabbed the car keys from the center table..
"car keys?? Parth ke hain nah.."
"yup.. Usse abhi car ki zarurat nehi hain toh maine borrow kar liya..." he said..
"okk..." she chipped and they went out..

Please ignore the mistakes..
Thank you..