🎶 Sham
Published on 27.05.2022
| AUTHOR'S POV |
"Oh, someone looks in a pretty good mood today." Kartik comments, entering the kitchen where his sister seemed to be cooking something.
"Yup." Inaaya agrees, turning around and flashing a wide grin.
"And may I ask why is that so?" He cocks an eyebrow at her playfully.
"Because dad's not gonna be at home for next two weeks since he's in some other country which I don't care to know." She answers casually, turning back to arrange the veggies on the bread.
Kartik sighs. "Should've figured out." He mutters. "I know he's biased towards me, has always been but you don't have to hate him for that so much. It does more harm to you than anyone else."
Inaaya stops for a moment. Oh, how she wished the reason was this petty and small and uncomplicated but it isn't. It's dark and depressing and gut wrenching; something she's afraid to tell anyone. Call her hypocritical or coward, it doesn't matter, she can't ever bring herself to tell the truth and put others through the pain she went through.
"What would you like to eat Bhai?" She questions, blatantly avoiding whatever he had said.
Kartik too shrugs, not wanting to indulge in any conversation that her sister doesn't feel comfortable in. Moreover, she's in a good mood and he doesn't want to ruin it. He throws an arm around her shoulder. Leaning into her, he pretends to think. "Momos," he says merrily.
"Great. Okay then, I'll bring you sandwiches." Inaaya gives him a goofy smile.
"Clingy people." Their mother comments from behind, feigning a grimace.
The sibling duo turns around and Inaaya wraps her arms around Kartik's waist, side hugging him.
"You're just jealous woman because she isn't clingy with you." Kartik teases his mom.
She scrunches up her nose. "Gosh! You two resemble a couple more than a brother and sister duo."
"Hey!" Inaaya extends her hand and points a finger at her mother, her eyes narrowing. "Don't you dare woman to taint our pious relationship." She said dramatically.
"Don't you dare taint our pious relationship." She mimics Inaaya childishly and moves forward to pour herself a glass of water while her kids giggle.
"Mom, you should stop acting like a kid." Kartik tells her mischievously.
"Not my fault that my kids don't behave like kids." She rolls her eyes.
"We're 20 and 25; not 2 and 5." Inaaya titters.
"Excuses, excuses." Their mother retorts with an air of attitude. "Have you made something for me as well or is everything just for your darling brother?"
Inaaya clicks her tongue. "Ofcourse, I've prepared toast sandwiches and orange juice for you as well. Have a seat, I'll serve you."
"Naah. I need to go to the NGO." She smiles.
"Then I'll pack it for you so you can eat it on your way." Kartik says and starts packing her tiffin while Inaaya serves her the juice. "Inu, go and sit on the dining table. I'll bring the breakfast." He commands his sister.
After their mother leaves, Kartik and Inaaya start eating their sandwiches.
"How's the project going?" Kartik questions.
"Pretty decent honestly."
"You'd said about someone being appointed to guide y'all? What about it?"
"Oh, Ayansh. He's nice." She mumbles casually.
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Romance"Inaaya," he calls out, a certain urgency underlying in his tone. "Don't ever fall in love with me." She doesn't say as a moment passes between them and then, she snorts. "Haha.. itne bure din bhi nahi aaye hai mere. (I'm not yet having such bad day...
