“—it clear when you said, I jus —t don’t—looove—yyyyou—nooooo—moo -- --- ---rr”
“Damn it, this CD, just did a suicide. I so love this song, and Oh! The ripped body of Craig David, maybe—I should move to MP3 formats” Reggie chewed the CD angrily.
“C’mon Reggie, let’s play some Frisbee outside,” Naaz called out for him.
“Coming!” Reggie replied, “Goddamn, should I destroy it now or in the next session—can’t even flip a coin.”
“Yoo-hoo, I’m waiting Reggie darling!” Naaz called him out again.
This girl gets on my nerves sometimes. Christ sakes can’t even wait.
Reggie was happy today; first time around, Naaz declared their love publicly in front of her parents. She was all his now, he thought. They played a game of Frisbee, like they did when they were kids. They had some refreshments and Reggie had a great bath outside. He enjoyed that day a lot and more so because Naaz was happy. While they lay on the trimmed, green grass of the garden Reggie saw a handsome bloke coming their way.
He saw Naaz now; she stood upright and ran towards him, just like those heroines who run dramatically in films which he saw with Naaz’s mother. The frame of Naaz was like the slow-motion videos; every bounce, every muscle of hers going about like the roadside crane—slow and efficient. He pondered on the choice of words and metaphors he was thinking. He high-fived—in his mind.
But the scene which he saw struck him hard, quite deep, like a knife stab to his heart. He saw Naaz hanging around the neck of that Men’s magazine model-esque man. He was about to vomit and everything was going blur in front of his eyes. He then saw both of them approaching him. “This is my cutie pie, Reggie! Reggie this is Varun, say hi to him!” Naaz told him. Reggie looked at him with puppy eyes and—barked at him— Bhow…bhow….bowbowbow.
“Such a cute dog you have Naaz, —okay then shall we go inside?” asked Varun
Reggie was a Golden retriever, which Naaz’s parents had gifted her as her 13th Birthday gift. Now, he was 7 years old and Naaz was 20. Naaz had brought her boyfriend, Varun to her home today as nobody was in the house.
Reggie could hear the Tadap Tadap ke song in his doggie brain; it was not his favourite though. His heart broke for the first time, all the love and adulation just gone in seconds for that child of a human, he questioned himself. He simply could not take it; that bitch must suffer! He growled like a mad wolf -- Yes wolf because referring as a dog is too main stream, the dog in him thought.
He gave a long howl, and the next thing was Reggie leaped on Varun and bit his hand. The tears flowing down Naaz’s face gave him sense of revenge. Bitch. . . when love bites! He barked.
