Short Story: Parting ways

Funny thing, I just realized I never wrote a funny short story, which was quite surprising as Story is what I like writing and humor is what I do best (atleast I think so), but for some reason I do not write a short story with a fun thing and I wanted to know why, I realized writing humorous stories is a challenge that even I cannot take. Well, below is not some of my best work, I tried to stay focused but apparently couldn’t. No characters in this story are real, any resemblances to real characters is coincidental, I just put some Blogger friends names so I might get inspired but well… you tell me how it is.

Sreya was driving all the way to her friends house. As always Shruti was in trouble.

‘He has left again, Sreya,’ said Shruti between sob, ‘it was so obvious since beginning, he as just messing around. Its over girl, its over. I have nothing else to do now.’

‘Now hold on your tight, girl,’ said Sreya, ‘I am coming there, don’t worry.’

Sreya drove around the block twice, Shruti and Rahul were rocking for years, their relation as in and out. Rahul was arrogant, he has no right to do this again and again.

Every time he will go and throw her to dogs. Then it would be her job to bring her back, make her strong. They would bitch about him for days and when it was time to take Shruti to the singles bar, he would return, that dog would return in her life. The same thing would repeat all over again. Bastard.

She preferred Neha, in the case , whenever Neha had a breakup she would use her 5 MM Deagle revolver and empty a complete clip on her bedroom all. The firing relieved her mood but not for some girls. What had they fought about again? millions of thoughts came into her mind about the possible reasons why they broke off again. What had Rahul done this time? Why was getting into relationship so bad? She and Bharathi were moving smoothly, like a well oiled machine. Why couldn’t Shruti and Rahul do the same? Shruti was a romantic fool, Rahul knew that, then why did he have to do it? and if he did it once, why did he come back?

Climbing out of the lift, she prepared the final list of bad words to call Rahul in front of Shruti, nothing over the top lest if he comes back, she will feel awkward. She pushed open the door hard as if to knock it down.

‘What has the bast…’ she couldn’t complete the sentence, Rahul was in the kitchen making coffee and smiling.

‘What the…?’ she exclaimed.

‘She is over there with the box of tissues,’ he pointed, ‘go over i’ll get coffee.’

Totally confused about the incident she saw her friend crying on the couch. Now she was super confused.

‘It is over,’ Shruti cried, ‘Its finally over…’

‘Wha…?’ Sreya couldn’t continue.

‘The Kukurmati Ki Karam Bhari Kahani is finally over, Sreya after the horrible 256754667 episode her husband has left her forever,’ Shruti sobbed hard and hugged her, ‘What will i do now in the evenings’.

P.S. This ain’t over.

P.P.S. Don’t kill me.