The alarm rang from the clock placed on a night stand right next to the bed of a well-furnished room, a hand appeared out of the sheet, as it shut the alarm off, only to be interrupted anyways,
'kavin, uth!' yelled his mother, as she pulled the sheet off him.
'maa! Kya problem hai?' he said as he held onto the pillow, still his eyes closed, not ready to wake up.
'dasvi baar yeh alarm baja hai, itne mein kumbhkaran bhi uth jata!'
'arre maa tum bhi kya umeed rakhti ho isse, yeh to pakka kumbhkaran aur vajrajwala ko koi bhula hua bacha hai!'
remarked his brother as he entered the room, well- dressed in a suit, obviously ready to go.
'bilkul apne baap pe chala gaya tu!'
'iska baap tumhara bhi baap hai, dushyant!'
'mom, dekho, ab hum bade ho gaye hain, ab toh sach mat chupao..'
'arre kya sach?' kavin said as he got up in annoyance, rubbing his eyes and still sleepy.
'yahi ki tu hospital mein exchange ho gaya tha...kyunki agar aisa nahi hai toh yeh kaisa genes ka locha hai ki tu mera bhai hai!' he yelled, getting a slap on his arm from their mother.
'dushyant mujhe tumse yeh umeed nahi thi.'
'arre yahi toh mera point hai, mere se umeede hoti hai, isse disappointment hoti hai, hum kaise ek khoon ho sakte hai batao?'
'dekha mummy, bachpan mein main adopted tha, ab main hospital mein exchanged ho gaya hun.'
'iss ka toh kuch hona nahiye, tujhe nahi jana office?' his mother asked to dushyant.
'arre shyam bhaiya nashta bana rahe hain, nashta bhi na karun main?'
'ek omelette banana mein kitna time lagta hai?'
'kavin aur shyam bhaiya related hain kya?' asked dushyant as lightly chuckled and his mom just gave him a death stare, 'niklu tum!'
'dekha, adopted toh tum ho!' said kavin as he was brushing in the bathroom, while their mother escorted dushyant out, who was about to say something.
***
Dushyant had finished his breakfast, as he gulped down the juice and was about to leave, 'kavin, saale time waste mat kar, languor ka languor hi lagega, neeche aa!'
as their mother just shaked her head, 'inn ka kuch nahi ho sakta!'
'pata aapka problem kya hai, aap jalte ho mujhse.' Kavin said, after climbing downstairs.
'wah, khayali palao bhi understatement hoga tere khayalon ke liye. Ab chal!' he commanded as they left.
'mummy, main keh raha hoon, bhai ke saath aur kam karna pada na, murder kardena hai maine unka, isiliye batado sach-sach, sautela bhai hi haina yeh mera!' kavin said as he saw dushyant leave, while their mother just laughed, 'come on yaar maa, i'm serious.'
'maa, ko ullo banana band kar, aur chup chap aaja!' said dushyant about to start hi car.
'aaya!' said kavin as he thought, 'bhagwaan, bas ek khoon maaf kardo na!'
***
The clock had struck 1 in the afternoon, as dushyant entered kavin's cabin, 'oye, lunch ka kya program hai?' dushyant asked to a kavin whose focus wasn't at all drifting from his phone, and the smile wasn't fading away from his face. An annoyed dushyant, grabbed the phone from his hand, 'oh ho, purvi, hey she has a pretty name!'
'bhai yaar, yeh kya badtameezi hai? Wapas do mera phone!' said kavin, trying to catch his phone from the brother taller than him to his plight.
'saale flirting karne ke liye ignore mar raha tha, abhi tak tinder nahi choda tune?'
'yeh tinder thodi hai! Phone do na!'
'pakad le, main kahan mana kar raha hoon?'
'ab aap khud khambe jaise ho, tum main kya karun?'
'khamba huh, ab toh bhul ja tu phone!'
'acha sorry yaar, de do na!'
'hmm, ab aaya na line pe, le, mar!'
'main kyun marun, tum maru na jaake kahin, ideally dubke. Because you know, atleast paani mein jaoge, toh dharti se bhoj hi kam ho jayega..'
'wah buoyancy samajh aa gayi thi school mein, toh bas issi ke kaaran 33 aaye the nahi?'
'kya farak padta hai, kaam toh hum ek hi jagah kar rahe hain..'
'kavin, aaj, pehli baar, tune kuch aisa kaha hai ki mujhe yakeen ho gaya hai ki tu mera hi bhai hai.'
'huh?'
'aur nahi toh kya ab point ki baatein karna tere bas ki baat kahan tha, par mera influence aa hi gaya tujh pe.'
'bhai, khayali palao toh aapke khayalon ke liye bhi understatement hai...'
'meri line chura raha hai, very cool! Anyways, lunch nahi karna?'
'aapke saath nahi..'
'ab purvi aa gayi hai, main kahan acha lagunga.'
'arre yaar, woh kal shaadi mein nahi gaya tha rishabh ki, uski biwi varsha ki friend hai.'
'shaadiyon mein toh tu bas thoos raha hota hai khaana, yeh kaise ho gaya?'
'arre woh, shaadi ke kaamon mein saath mein hi the na, toh ho gayi jaan pehchaan, phir maine keh diya, ki aakhri baar appke saath jab tha toh bas ek mote se halwaai se behes kar rahe the, how about ek baar mil kar khush hokar khaana khaye aur chaar baatein karle..'
'haan dekha maine, and i must say, i'm glad, mom ki saalon ki dua ki tujhe thodi bhudhi mil jaayein, mukambal hui!'
'ha-ha-ha, very funny!'
'ik!'
'main aapke saath kyun time-pass kar raha hoon, purvi ke saath lunch hi kar aata hoon, atleast usse meri khushi marne ka shauk toh nahi hai.' He said as he grabbed his blazer from the chair as he left.
'arre mere passion ko shauk mat bol!' he said with a smugness in his face, that just made kavin give him a death stare, while his hand was on his hips, 'you think you are so smart...'
'well it's because i am, proof, my company!' he said as he seated himself on a couch in kavin's office.
'i'm a partner too..'
'khoon ke rishte, what can ya do!'
'you are such a drama king! I don't even want to talk to you. BYE!'
said kavin as he exited.
While dushyant walked up to his desk, and looked up the the presentation kavin was working on, as a smile crept up on his face, 'good job, brother! A week before deadline, i'm impressed.'
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