Chapter 11: Jealousy, Filmi Style
After dinner, the contract was finally signed. Our flight home was next day. My childhood friend Aman was in Lucknow and invited me out for drinks. We reminisced, arms around each other, singing old Bollywood songs. Suddenly, Arjun appeared, face stormy.
"Mr. Arjun, what are you doing here?"
His voice was low, full Shah Rukh Khan in a jealous scene: "Where are you two going?"
"To the hotel, obviously. Aman’s place is far, he’ll crash with me."
Arjun’s face darkened even more. He pulled Aman away, eyes wild. "You want to sleep with him? He can, but I can’t? Is his body as good as mine? Is his technique better? Are you as compatible with him as with me?"
I blinked, confused. Was I in a Karan Johar movie now?
"He’s my bhai, boss!" I insisted, but Arjun only relaxed when Aman, half-drunk, announced, "Yaar, main toh poora straight hoon!" Arjun’s jealousy faded, replaced by a sheepish grin. For a second, I imagined him as a filmi hero, melodramatic music and all.