Author's POV:-
"Holy Sh- ..... URGHHHHHHHH.... Holy Shrimp!"
"Hahaha Ved, how much ever you try I don't think you can stop those words from coming out of your mouth.", Yudhi whispered earning a glare from the former.
"C'mon boys, we should focus on how to make her forget the d-word Aadhi said, not bicker among yourself!", Arun stated.
"Why did this shit- urghhh.. no! Why did this poophead say it? Now we are suffering!", Yudhi whined.
"I didn't mean to say it! It just came out on flow! Okay?", Aadhi explained, defending himself.
"Arti dear, drink this!", Arun said, motioning the glass of water which he held out.
"You pessimistic cat, why are you giving her WATER?!?", Ved yelled, dramatically placing his hands on his chest, while Arti sat there - staring at the grown crackhead men.
"Because it will flush that bad word out of her system?!"
"And who are you tell this?"
"I am the great Arun Agnihotri!"
"Yeah, the one who drew Vincent Van Gogh as a whining clown!", Ved countered, sass dripping his tongue.
"Yah! Mine was better! You drew Mahatma Gandhi with the most misappropriated body proportions that I thought was a munching popcorn! "
"You son of a gun, now I became the wrong person, didn't I??? AAAAAAAAHHHH, This is so unfair!!!!!", he whined, stomping on his feet.
"If I am the son of a gun, you are the son of a monkey!"
"You know what? I could drink a whole ocean of codes and cyphers and pee out a smarter statement than what you just said!", Ved said, crossing his arms across his chest, trying to give his most intimidating pose.
"Wow, it must be very difficult for you to empty your entire vocabulary in this one sentence. Tsk tsk....", Arun replied, rubbing his chin making the other more annoyed.
"If you don't shut up, I will make sure to boil your teeth!", he retorted.
"I would call you a donkey, but it would be offensive to donkeys!"
"You brat-"
"What's going on here?", A loud voice boomed drawing the attention of the bickering crowd.
"Uncle..-", Yudhi stammered who was immediately cut off by none other than Deepak.
"Did you finish the assigned work?"
"No uncle-"
"Why?", he questioned, maintaining a stoic posture scaring even the fly that was roaming about in the room.
"Because-"
"Because you all were bickering. Weren't you?", he said while walking towards them - his hands folded behind him giving off a dominating aura.
"But unclee-"
"No buts Aadhi, now all of you get out!", he ordered making the four shuffle their way out.
A soft click resounded across the room - a sign that the four problem-makers were out, giving enough privacy for Arti and Deepak.
"Hi beta! Did they disturb you a lot?", Deepak asked softly, causing a smile to break out on her face.
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Their Lost Gem
Teen Fiction15 year old Artika Varma had everything in her life that she wished for. Three crazy, insane yet supportive best friends. An angel like mom whom she considered as a role model. What could possibly go wrong???? What could possibly go wrong when 5 s...
