Raj was showered and dressed, he walked into Varun’s suite and decided to get revenge for all the times Varun had woken him unpleasantly. He poured some water from the jug into a glass that was on the side table and silently walked towards Varun’s sleeping form.
He pulled back the covers and threw the water at Varun head!
Varun screamed and jumped out of the bed while shaking off the water. “Why man? Just why?” he asked Raj while looking for a towel to dry off with.
Raj couldn’t respond, he was laughing too hard.
“You know you suck right!” Varun had begun to see the funny side. “You realise this is war!”
“I’m sorry man, it was just so easy!” Raj said between chuckles.
“After all I’ve done for you, this is how you thank me.” Varun said, drying off.
“And what have you done for me?”
“I’ve only gone and sorted you out with a chance to reboot with the lovely Aarti this evening.” Varun said with a bow, in anticipation of the forthcoming applause.
“Allow it man, I’m done with this. I’m better off chilling in London and getting married in my 50’s.” Raj sat down on the sofa and grabbed the remote.
“Although that sounds like an excellent plan. I need you to go out with Aarti so I can score a date with Jas.” Varun stripped off his soaked top, and began making his way towards the bathroom.
“Ah the truth comes out. Your bird only wants to go out with you, if I come too.” Raj said, shaking his head in mock dismay.
“I’m sure they’d both be happy to spend the evening with just me, but I thought we’ve been friends a really long time… so why don’t I throw you a bone!”
Raj exhaled. “Look you know I’ll come for your sake, but don’t expect it to go well. She will probably have a bee in her bonnet about last night.”
“And that’s when you switch on the charm, and make sure it doesn’t impact my date!” Varun said as he closed the bathroom door behind him.
Raj switched the TV on and began channel surfing. He really didn’t understand the point of this evening, but wouldn’t mess up Varun's plans. He just hoped he could get through the meal without any drama. He didn’t know which Aarti would turn up, the sweet funny charming Aarti, or the spoilt brat with bad manners. Regardless he knew one thing, Aarti was not his type. He’d already had a relationship with a high maintenance girl in the form of Payal, and he didn’t need history to repeat itself.
