‘Oh, please!’ says Vanita. ‘Listen, Vicky. This had to happen. She had to sleep with someone.’
‘Chup kar,BEHEN KI LAUDI!’ shouts Vicky. ‘No one’s talking to you!’
Vanita throws her hands up in the air. ‘She loves you, but the sex between the two of you was horrible. She told me everything about it.’
‘Vanita!’ I squeal.
Vicky turns to look at me, eyes bloodshot. ‘What did you tell her?’
‘Everything, she told me everything, Vicky,’ answers Vanita. ‘That you just make her give you blowjobs! That sometimes you don’t get hard and just slap her around.’
‘IT’S NOTHING LIKE THAT!’
I feel light-headed. I sit on the bed.
Vanita laughs and continues while pointing at Vicky’s crotch, ‘She told me Rajat was better, thicker! She lies to you that Rajat had a small dick, but let me tell you, she has shared pictures and it’s HUGE!’
‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING!’ roared Vicky.
‘Stop it, Vanita!’ I cry out.
‘Tell her to leave!’ growls Vicky.
Vanita waves me down. ‘And you’re tiny, Vicky, she told me! She told me that’s why you don’t get hard.’
‘BEHENCHOD!’ screams Vicky. ‘BATAU TUJHE KISKA CHHOTA HAI. WILL FUCK YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!’
‘Of course she went for a dick!’ says Vanita with a laugh.
Vicky, face streaked with tears, looks at me. There’s a rage in him I haven’t seen before. He clenches his fist.
‘STEP BACK FROM ME, VICKY!’ warns Vanita.
‘Kyun? What will you do?Haan? YOU WILL FIGHT ME?MAA CHOD DUNGA TERI!’
‘Fuck you,’ says Vanita, calmly. ‘You limp-dicked asshole.’
Vicky charges at Vanita. A silent scream escapes my mouth. He raises his hand. The plate’s in the air, in his hand, and it’s coming slowly, painfully towards Vanita’s face. I scream.
‘NO!’
He crashes the plate against Vanita’s head who brings her arm up just in time. Dread races through my body. Something breaks deep inside of me. It’s as if my brain, my heart, all of me is being crushed, broken, blended and I’m being put together again.
There’s overwhelming pain . . . but there’s anger too.
Vanita bleeds from her arm. And I freeze for a few seconds before snapping out of it. I am on my feet again. Vanita’s buckled over. I run to her but before I reach her, Vicky grabs me from behind and flings me towards the wall.
‘VICKY!’ I scream.
I know at this moment that no matter what the cost, Vicky had to go.
I scramble to my feet. I want to take him down, kill the bastard. I charge, teeth bared, wanting to rip him apart with my bare hands, fucking just kill him, but Vicky’s too quick. He lunges and his fist lands against my jaw. I feel my teeth shatter, my brain buzzes and I fall to the ground. I open my eyes and can see only Vicky’s foot, inches away from smashing into my face.
Then, he’s jerked back. Vanita’s arms are locked around his waist.
‘ENOUGH!’ she bellows like it’s a war cry.
Vanita throws Vicky against the wall. His shoulder smashes into it. A nasty crunch echoes in the room. An inhuman wail escapes Vicky’s mouth. Vanita brings her foot down on his shoulder and rams down on it. Once, twice, thrice. Thud. Thud. Thud. Her strength against his body. The blows are quick and decisive. Vicky’s wails fill the room. He tries to get up but sits back down. He clutches his shoulder which moves disturbingly in its socket.
