{ A/N } So this is inspired by Gunday (2014) starring Ranveer Singh as Bikram and Arjun Kapoor as Bala. Read Part 1 here 🍺
Gulabi got married last week, to a businessman making considerable money no less! While the regulars at their bar threw a fit over her no longer working there, the sight of the dancers sure consoled their drunken minds and business remained unaffected.
Bala, on the other hand, was heartbroken and it was visible on his face even with all the effort he put into hiding it.
That annoyed an otherwise elated Bikram to no end.
The clock ticked 2:00 while the two men laid on their bed, both lost in thought – one about his broken heart and the other burning with something akin to jealousy.
No, Bikram never looked at that woman as anything other than a sister. Just the mention of her name brings a bitterness to his mood.
In their small home, it was peaceful. The usually busy morning street outside turned quiet at nights like these where the gentle breeze coming through the windows and the occasional sound of crickets provided some relief.
Staring at the sappy giant's back, Bikram turned to lay on his side with the awareness that they were both wide awake, a weird emotion itching to break free. All the alcohol he'd drunk that night seemed to have long left his system after dealing with his friend's quiet tears.
" Idiot, will you just give up already? "
Receiving no response from the sniffling man only gives him a headache.
" She's married! She's going to have that man's children and she will be happy with grandchildren by the time she dies! But you? You'll just stay a celibate fucker who will keep crying over someone else's wife for the rest of your life – is that a way to live? " barked Bikram, though his voice was much softer than his harsh choice of words.
He could notice the sturdy shoulders tense up under the moonlight before they resigned in defeat.
" You never loved anyone, motherfucker! You wouldn't know what it's like to lose the one you love to someone else, " retorts Bala, no trace of venom in his tone.
Bikram let out an incredulous laugh, " I go through that shit every single day! You think you leave me a choice? "
' If anything, as a senior in this matter, I would know how that feels like! I have felt it since you began fancying her – I am feeling it right now! '
Startled, Bala turned around to face the grumpy male, eyes wide. Bikram could understand which conclusion his friend reached upon before he even opened his mouth.
" No, I am not in love with Gulabi. Quit it! Gulabi this, Gulabi that, Gulabi, Gulabi, Gulabi... I am sick of that name already! "
Although the clarification settled the matter, a frown does make its way onto Bala's plump lips – ones that he doesn't notice his friend struggling to not stare at. Instead, he inquires carefully, offended that he wasn't informed of such a thing, " Who are you in love with? You never told me. "
" What is it to you, Dillon sir? You're busy with your dick standing up for that w– "
That earns him a slap on the arm before the sentence could be finished.
" Forget that and tell me. "
" Is that a demand? "
" Who is that girl? "
" What is it to you? "
" Bikram, don't piss me off– " warned the taller male, taking a breath and leaning on his elbow, looking down at the bearded male. " Who is it? "
A different kind of silence settles around them when their eyes meet. Bikram unknowingly swallowed at the sight of his friend almost hovering over him in this manner. Blanking, he doesn't understand why he could feel heat rush to his face or why his member had an odd twitch, making him look away and turn to the other side.
' It's anger, ' he deludes himself, ' who could sit around and watch their best friend lose their light over some girl? '
Bala furrowed his eyebrows, unaware of his friend's predicament, waiting for an answer. When the silence stretched too long, his gaze failing to coax the name out of the hot-tempered man, Bala just slumped himself over Bikram, spooning him without a worry.
Bikram flinched, another twitch down there, goosebumps rising all over.
" Bikram, tell me... " Voice adamant against his ear, he squeezed closer to the shorter male, trapping him from moving away. " Its not like you to shut that motor of yours. We never had any secrets between us. "
' It's important I keep this stupidity a secret, motherfucker! ' thought Bikram, unsettled by his own bodily and emotional reaction to feeling his friend's chest against his back, and the sheer heat he engulfed him with.
" Where will I find the time to fall in love when I am so busy looking after you, your highness? " he manages to respond with dripping sarcasm.
Bala doesn't appreciate the tone as he usually does, he can tell.
Bikram's chest feels uncomfortable when he doesn't get a matching response instantly.
" ... You would bring a woman between us? And leave me behind? " asked the giant, dull all of a sudden.
Puzzled by his reaction, Bikram twisted in his grip to swat at the face a bit too close to his own – it missed. His mind snickers like a snake whispering curious secrets, ' Maybe there is a reason why neither of us could find the determination to actually spend a night at the brothel? Can't get it up with a woman? '
" You are the one who would have done such a thing had that woman responded to your feelings! " he accused, jaw clenched.
" I never would! " argued Bala. " Not even Gulabi can come between us! You are more important to me, you stupid donkey! "
" ... She's between us right now. "
" I am just sad it wasn't me, but I am happy for her! " Bala is exasperated. " If I really was so determined to marry her, wouldn't I have put in some effort to win her heart? "
Bala further reasons cheekily, trying to console this cranky bastard, " But I am still here, in bed with my fragile parii, waiting to the cut the wings of whoever stole your heart. "
Bikram blushed, staring at his friend with furrowed brows. He swats at his face again, doesn't miss this time.
" Who are you calling a fairy, cock sucker? "
" You, of course, my lovely Bikram, " hummed the taller male, " My hairy fairy with a temper probl– "
Uncharacteristically flustered, the shorter male elbows the other, trying to shove him off but failing, " Are you a fucking rock? Move! "
Bala snuggles up to him instead, holding him securely in his arms, sharing the pillow.
" Who is it? "
" You! " huffed Bikram, tone carrying the same sarcasm along with its unaware truth.
Bala, whether he catches on or not, relaxed against him, spooning against his body without a secondary thought to disturb the unsatisfied curiosity.
" Good. "
Bikram can tell the other must be smiling.
Silence returns, the crickets back to making a noise now that these two settled down for the night.
Bikram resigns in his arms and closes his eyes, at the brink of slipping into dreamland when Bala mumbled his name.
" What? "
" I'm horny. Help me get off? "
Bikram kicks his legs, resuming his slumber only when he heard the sappy man wince.
" You're so distant today. "
" Am I your wife to be all lovey-dovey? "
" Aren't you already? You ask me all the time. "
" Shut up before I throw you out on the street. "
" Okay... "
At least this time around, Bikram fell asleep in a much better mood than he had experienced before.
{ A/N } Even I asked myself, " What even is this? " so you're not alone – I dunno either. I haven't sleep in 2 days and I put 0% effort into this. Also, parii means ' fairy ' in Hindi 🧚♂️ Again, I didn't check for mistakes so ignore any typos you come across lol.
