Forever Alone.

"Hey brother, please accompany me!", Aryan begged to me.
"No ways. Petrol is now Rs. 80 per litre!", I confirmed.
"Please bro. I need your help. In fact I'll buy you a Marlboro!"
"Ummm.... Marlboro dude..... Say yes.... Say yes.... For the sake of Marlboro, say yes!", my brain pushed me from inside.
"Ummm.... Okay.... But I'll have two of them!", I said, persuaded by the bait of Marlboro.
Engineers and cigarettes share a very good bond. None of the two, can live without each other. And if its an offer from someone, its just like God itself has come down to you, to make the job done. And moreover its a Marlboro, who can refuse it.
Bribing is illegal. But who cares when a friend is offering you, everything seems alright. And so was I. After I am too a human - who can never refuse this offer.
"Done. Two Marlboro s!", he too agreed to my condition.
Aryan was forcing me to accompany him to some gift centre, for suggesting him to buy some gifts for his girlfriend.
Valentine's day was coming up. And everybody was busy luring their partners with gifts, and so was Aryan.
"Do you know what the best thing you can give her on Valentine's day?", I asked him. My conscience had a wicked, curvy smile on its face.
"Yeah! I've planned everything for her. A candle light dinner, on a river bank. And to end it with a kiss!....", Aryan started dreaming about the coming romantic day.
"Oh shut the fuck up! You are completely wrong!", I interrupted him, and this time, my inner conscience smile had made its wicked appearance on my face.
"Then what?", he said, hoping to hear something more romantic ideas.
"The best thing you can give her, is to give my number to her, and arrange a date with her!", I said, and bursted into laughter.
"Fuck off! You lusty dickhead!", he said irritated. Irritated for thrashing his hope to get some romantic ideas.
"Yeah! You can give me her number, and I'll make all the arrangements in free of cost!", Soumya volunteered.
"You all are lusty fuckers!", he said, his anger touching new levels.
"Please! You haven't given us, you birthday treat, at least treat us with her number! Its free of cost too!", I said.
"Hey! Lets go, its getting late! We will continue this later!", Aryan said, trying to stop the ongoing discussion, and started his bike. I sat on the pillion seat and zoomed off.
"So what have you got for her?", Soumya asked, as we returned.
"A cup with a heart, and a showpiece saying Love Is Life!", Aryan said.
"Oh Great!", Soumya said.
"But why did you take him?", he added again, pointing to me.
"He gave me the ideas!", Aryan confessed.
"He doesn't have a girlfriend, then how can he give you ideas?", he asked again.
"I don't know. But he have expensive choices! And going by his choices, it seems that he does have a girlfriend!", Aryan said.
I was standing aside, with my Marlboro, and was quietly listening to their conversation.
"He must have someone!", Soumya agreed to Aryan's statement.
"Hey, I know you have a girlfriend! C'mon tell us!", Aryan aked.
"I don't have any girlfriend!", I said.
"No ways! Look at yourself! You must have!", Soumya said.
"I don't have any girlfriend I said!", I confirmed them, but my inner conscience told me that this conversation isn't going to end here, untill I give them some proper answers.
I searched for answers on mind mind. My mind was working faster than Google, trying hard to get an answer, coz their questions were taking new levels of insult! But what can it be?
"Okay go for this answer. It will work. I'm telling you!", my heart said, as it found an answer that might satisfy their answer, or at least it can divert their discussion topic.
"Okay. Okay. I'm telling this only to you two. Please keep it between us!", I begged, as I was going to confess my feelings.
"Yeah! Yeah! Don't worry about that!", they both echoed.
"My valentine is..........", I paused, to see their response.
"Yeah! Take the name?". they echoed.
"I have a date in Bernabeu, Spain with Real Madrid and Manchester United!", I said and bursted into laughter, feeling ecstatic, after thrashing their hopes. Hope to get a proper name.
"Asshole!", Aryan said, and kicked my ass.
"Yeah! That's mine one too. We will share it!", Soumya said.