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Kairav is hugging his bolster for dear life as he is feeling cold and the bolster is radiating warmth.

Who tapped a heater to my pillow? 

His subconscious mind asks. Pillows aren't supposed to have that much temperature like a human body, are they? 

So, Kairav forces himself to open his eyes to see what's going on. He is indeed hugging a person. However, this person doesn't feel like his bhaiya. So, he lifts himself up a little to catch a glimpse of the person beside him. To his utter shock, it's his boss! Jerky Jerk Arora! 

Kairav screams at the top of his lungs. Right when he is about to kick his boss off the bed, the man looks at him with disinterested eyes, making him halt in his place. 

"What are you doing here on my bed? Did your girlfriend kick you out or something?" Kairav asks, looking confused. 

"Last time I checked, it was my house." 

That's when Kairav's half sleepy eyes roam around the well-furnished bedroom. It takes him a minute to register into his head that it's nothing like his own room. This room alone is big enough to fit their whole apartment. Yup, if something screams unnecessary wealth then it belongs to his boss.

"Why am I here?" He groans, a headache forming due to his reckless drinking last night. 

"You really don't remember anything?" His boss asks to which he shakes his head. 

His boss is saying something but his eyes are on the blanket that is hugging his boss. An animated iron-man blanket for kids. 

"Mr.Arora, do you have children or something?" The man gets confused at his sudden question. 

"What?" The man asks in a hoarse voice, tiredness evident in his voice. 

"Who's blanket is this?" The boy asks instead. 

Without looking at it Vikram replies, "It's my home so of course it's mine." 

Vikram ignores when the boy laughs like a maniac. He instead asks, "You really don't remember what happened yesternight?" 

"Yesternight? Is that even a word? Woah…. I never knew….woah…" 

Vikram doesn't know if the boy is still drunk or not. He is acting that way. The boy finally stops talking nonsense when headache hits hard. Rolling his eyes at the kid, he gets  off the bed. Nilay has already called in a doctor, he just received a text from him. Stitching time it is.

"You got drunk yes….last night instead of working, sharma. Do you remember anything?" Vikram tries again. 

Kairav tries his best to come up with something but his head is nothing but a blank canvas right now. 

"Tomato sauce over someone's body?" Vikram tries to trigger. If he remembers it now, Vikram can handle him but if he remembers everything later on and calls police on him, things will turn ugly. 

The boy looks like he is trying his best to remember and then he looks up at Vikram with a horrified look. Did he remember everything? Vikram prepares himself to make the boy understand the situation, creating convincing sentences in his mind. 

"I never thought I would talk about my wildest fantasy to anyone. Tomato sauce wasn't on my list though. Whipped cream would be better, wouldn't it?" The boy mumbles to himself but Vikram hears him. 

"Are you freaking serious right now?" 

"Mr.Arora, don't kink shame me. I'm just an innocent curious soul."

Vikram is disappointed but not surprised. It was his fault to even think this boy can ever be serious. Last night changed something in him. His mind is telling him to question the boy, suspect him but his heart is telling the otherwise but when did he listen to his heart? He is about to make a sharp exit when he hears a scream from the boy. 

"Why is there a band aid in my finger, Mr.Arora? My precious finger. Why did you cut my finger?" Vikram leaves the blabbering mess behind and goes to his room to get the wound treated. 

When he gets ignored by his boss, he jumps back to the bed. The wall clock says it's just 5.30 am. Who wakes up at this ungodly hour? His boss, of course. But not him. He needs to sleep to get some sleep to get rid of the headache.

When he wakes up and walks towards the drawing room, he finds Nilay sleeping with his mouth open on the couch, a laptop sitting beside him. 

Even though he is feeling like corpse with headche, he wants to do something to the ghost. He doesn't remember what happened last night but he is sure this ghostie has something to do with the band aid. He walks towards the dining table and as expected he finds a fruit bowl on the table. He takes a banana, eats it and takes the peel and tiptoes towards Nilay. When he finally reaches the man, he shoves the peel into his mouth. 

Nilay wakes up with a start, yelling out colorful vocabularies which eventually increases Kairav's headache.

"Ahh, ghostie. Shut up. My head is hurting." Kairav says, closing his ears. 

"The fuck is wrong with you, you clown? You could at least give me the banana instead of the peel!" Nilay yells once again.

"Ghostie like you only deserves the leftover." Kairav replies, taking a seat beside him on the couch. 

Nilay tries the shake the sleep off. He should get to work instead of dozing off. But this kid isn't helping it. Nilay wants to smack him but then looking at his pained face, he holds himself back. 

"Hangover, ehh?" 

"Yeah. This damn head is hurting so much. I wish I could replace it." Kairav mumbles, trying to massage his forehead. 

"Awww, you can always have mine." Nilay winks. 

"No, thanks. I don't want garbage as my head." Nilay chuckles, swallowing the insult down.

"I have a solution. Wait, I will be back soon." Nilay says when a wicked plan hits his head. 

Kairav doesn't believe ghostie but he will right now believe that Mr.Arora is a Saint if that gives him the cure to his throbbing head. 

"What is this dirty looking drink?" Kairav asks, pointing at the glass in front of him. 

It took Nilay exactly 6 minutes to come up with a glass of juice. Kairav throws an accusatory glare at him but he doesn't falter even a bit. That's the sign, right? He should believe that Nilay doesn't have any hidden agenda. 

"Bitter gourd juice." Nilay says innocently. 

"A fucking what?" 

"With honey added. It's not that bad but it's a great remedy for hangover. Trust me, it's coming from an alcoholic." 

"It's coming from an alcoholic that's why it's questionable." Kairav mumbles, looking at the drink and then glaring at Nilay to see if he has some malicious intentions. 

For now, he hasn't caught anything. Is the ghostie really trying to help him? 

"You were very drunk last night that you did something you shouldn't have done." Nilay says, grabbing his attention. 

"What else did I do apart from exposing myself?"

"Wait, what?" 

"Nothing. Tell me what I did yesterday." Kairav demands. 

"That's for you to remember and for me to make you drink this juice. Drink it and you wil be fine in a jiffy!"

The boy looks skeptical but Nilay knows his headache is greater that his distaste in the juice. 

"I have to drink this?" Kairav hesitates.

"Do you want to be free from the killing headache?" Kairav finally grabs the glass, feeling determined. 

"I will kill you if it doesn't work, ghostie." And then he gulps down the whole glass. 

He makes a disgusted face which makes Nilay laugh his heart out. Serves him right for giving him the banana peel. 

"It tastes awful. My head is hurting more." Kairav complains, glaring at Nilay's laughing figure. 

"Don't worry! Take a painkiller and you will be fine." Nilay says after controlling his laugh. 

"Then what the hell did I drink that drink as awful as your existence!" Kairav yells, understanding he has been pranked by the stupid ghostie.

"Oops! I didn't think that drink is that awful." He fake pouts at the frustrated boy. 

"Go to hell, ghostie. I curse you that your sperms will hit blank walls! I curse you that-" 

"Calm down, you clown. Don't make my future family non-existent like that. It's already enough that I'm a ghost." Kairav ignores him and scans the dinning table to find some cookies at one corner. 

"I need some sweets." He tries to grab one. 

"Don't you dare! Your boss will cut off your salary for each cookies you eat." Nilay warns, his best friend has this weird obsession with cookies.

"He should as well cut off your brainless head." Kairav retorts before grabbing some cookies. 

******* 

Nilay has excused himself to pick up a call and then disappeared God knows where. Not that Kairav cares. His only focus is to get rid of the headache which seems to be increasing by every passing seconds. He is also hungry. Where is everyone? 

"My head ! Ahhhh, I'm feeling like cutting it off." He groans, massaging his temple. 

"Maybe coffee will work." Kairav smiles at his idea but soon it falls off as he notices the Coffee machine is out of reach and he has to get up to get a cup of coffee.

"Never mind." He mumbles to himself. 

What happened last night? What did i do?

Suddenly this thought hits his head, increasing the headache. Now, he won't be able to stay peaceful without finding it out. Both Nilay and Vikram are acting like he has done something unthinkable. He only remembers drinking one or two shots of juices. He doesn't remember drinking alcoholic beverage. 

"One last time." Kairav urges himself, closing his eyes.

He keeps closing his eyes and opening it few seconds later. Alright, he isn't the meditation type. He ditches the idea and lays on the couch to make himself comfortable while thinking about last night. By far he has come up with nothing. He ponders over for a while and them some recent recollection of memory populates his head suddenly. 

Bhaiya? Did he really called his jerky boss bhaiya and fed him pizza? And at the top of that, did he really say I love you to him? 

"No way! I can't say that to Mr.Jerky Arora. No, Where's my pride! Ahhh, it's hurting my soul." He says to himself and makes his way towards the main door.

Nope. He can't stay here anymore. The cringe will kill him. His brother will kill him. Damn, he was so hurt that he almost forgot about his brother. He is so dead today! 

He keeps walking towards the door. But he is the most clumsy person after Namjoon and the author so he stumbles upon his own feet and falls to the floor.

"What are you doing on the floor?" Kairav doesn't find the courage to look up and meet the gaze of his boss.

"I was just trying to...... d-dance." Kairav awkwardly replies, a awkward smile following.

"While lying on the floor?" Kairav glares at the ghostie. 

Why did they have to make an appearance when he was about to leave? Couldn't they come 5 minutes later or so? 

"It's called break floor. It's like break dance but obviously  grandpas like you won't understand it." Kairav says with so much confidence that it's enough to convince anyone but the two men. 

Oh God! Bury them alive! I don't want to face them.

"Break floor? Muahahahahaahahha." Nilay laughs like a maniac. 

This ghost needs to disappear. Die you two 

"For your information, your boss was a hip hop dancer who apparently doesn't know about your "break floor" dance. tch tch. A grandpa indeed." 

Why? Why it always has to me?

Kairav finally picks himself off the floor. He needs to face the man one day  so it's better if he faces him now. 

"Look, Mr.Arora, whatever I said last night was bullshit. Just forget about it, alright? I was wasted."

"So you remember now?" Nilay interrupts, making Kairav groan.

"Do you always have to be the third wheel and butt you nose in every conversation, you ghostie?" Kairav knows he sounds more bitter than the Juice Nilay forced him to drink. 

"You r-remember everything?" Vikram mumbles.

Tension is lingering over his head. He is too tired but he guess he needs to set things straight with Kairav because it can escalate more. 

"I told you to forget it. Just think i never called you bhaiya or fed you pizza or said I loved you!" Kairav slaps his mouth. 

Now, he wouldn't mind calling someone bhaiya but it's his boss, his jerk boss at that. 

"Damn! What soap opera is this? Brothers' reunion?" Nilay asks, finding the whole scenario amusing.

Before they can say anything more the calling bell rings. Nilay excuses himself to look through the intercom to see who's there. His face falls pale looking at the people standing outside the door. 

"Arora, what's police doing outside your door?" Nilay softly asks, sending a wave of fear to his best friend. 

A/N: This chapter is kinda like a filter. Next chapter will be a mixture of emotion, secrets and of course humour :)

So, someone posted this on fb a while back. I commented "ummm..... a boner" ☠☠

But dang it, I was wrong!

Can you all guess it? 😂😂😂