A story

"What the hell you sleep like...just move little... yeahhh go little away"- he shakes the almost dead body of Sabin and yells, "If only it wasn't this hot. See, there is no enough space for me."

"There is no enough space. Hehe. What the fuck you need?"- Sabin replies back in a drowsy faded tone, "Can't you manage a bed on your own? I'm of course not a gay to creep upon you. You would better leave me alone in my bed."
Pradip doesn't have appropriate words to convince Sabin who has recently been in relationship with a showy affluent girl. Sabin himself, however, is not a well-off guy to handle all his needs on his own. But his wallet doesn't look empty these days.

With almost broken, Pradip holds himself up and looks around the room. There, apart from the bed, he sees nothing than a chlorined bottle of water on the stool of a size which can just adjust an ash of a fat man. He then walks some steps and lingers aside the door that leads to the corridor, thinking where he has to go at that mid night.
Knowing his sentiment, Sabin, without his eyes open, calls him back, "come back my friend. Why do you leave at this dark when you have nowhere to go?"
Pradip drags himself back, and with his head little tilted, lays his ash on the bed supporting his back with an elbow almost penetrating the soft pillow. "Seems you met her today as well", after knowing Sabin was drunk that day too, Pradip made a guess.

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It has been months Sabin getting messed up with a girl. Mostly, he meets her every alternate day. The day he meets her turns like a real day and when it seems she is not appearing to him, the day brings him no light. He finds the real virtues in her. She is no more a girl but an angel on earth. He finds no words to praise her beauty. And she never anticipates any sorts of compliments from him. She just wants is his company for she is in misery. In fact she had a broken heart. Since her parents stay in the US she is almost alone in this big city. She has no dearth of money but what she actually lacks is a stronger bond. She even doesn't find that true relationship with Pradip. Neither she finds pure spirit of relation in her other two boyfriends whom she pretends to be in love with. Pradip had once received her phone call in Sabin's cell when he delayed in bathroom. And that was probably the first time she made a call for her new boy friend. The soft sweet voice of her even sounds these days in Pradip's ears. "Hello isn't it Sabin? This is Bruna Speaking."
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(To be continued...)