"Naina...Naina, darwaza kholo, kya kabse room me soyi huwi ho, khana nahi khana?" Sarita's loud voice broke Radhika's deep slumber, and she sat up with a jerk, taking uneven breaths in fear.
"Kya? Naina ne abhi tak khana nahi khaya?" Prashant's worried voice echoed from outside the door, and Radhika slapped her forehead.
"Nahi na, kabhi se knock kar rahi hoon par darwaza hi nahi khol rahi," Sarita informed her son with a dejected face.
"Kahi Naina bhaag toh nahin gayi na?" Prashant said in a panicked tone.
"Dimag kharab hai tumhara, Prashant? Woh kyu bhagegi jab uski shadi uske mann pasand insaan se ho rahi hai?" Sarita asked her stupid son in a stern voice, wondering how come he became a popular doctor. Sometimes his mind literally stops working.
"Arey kya pata shayad Sameer ka koi sach uske saamne aa gaya ho, jiske darr se woh bhaag gayi ho yaha se," Prashant said thoughtfully, and Radhika rolled her vexed eyes at this man for making fictional stories in his brain at Naina's sudden absence.
"Kabhi kabhi mujhe sach me samjh nahi aata tumhe doctor ki degree mili kaise?" Sarita exclaimed disbelievingly while knocking on the door once again.
"Agar aisa hai toh phir woh darwaza kyu nahin khol rahi hain?" He looked at his enraged mother.
"Agar mujhe pata hota toh main darwaze pe kyun itna knock karti?" Sarita asked him in a stern voice.
"Naina, what the hell are you doing inside? Open the door, damn." Prashant nearly yelled at his sister in fury, and Radhika tried to change her voice - "Dada, mujhe bhuk nahi hai, main baad me khaugi."
"Yeh Naina ki aawaz ko kya ho gaya?" He asked no one in particular, and even Sarita too felt apprehensive as she could feel a massive change in her daughter's feminine voice which always sounds soothing and relaxing.
"Naina, yeh tumhari voice itni change kyu lag rahi hai?" Sarita asked her daughter in a soft voice.
"Woh aai, kal ice cream kha ke mera gala baith gaya hai," Radhika replied to the dubious lady while squeezing her restive eyes in stress.
"Itna zyada? Tu darwaza khol main medicine deta hu." Prashant said gently, however, his heart completely disagreed with the answer given by his sister that she had a sore throat because of ice cream.
"Maine medicine le li hai dada, ab main sone jaa rahi hoon, baad me aana," Radhika replied to him somehow, pacing the room in tension. She didn't know if these people were convinced by her lie or not because no voices could be heard from outside.
"Aai, don't you think Naina ki aawaz thodi Radhika se milti julti lag rahi hai?" Prashant suspected, rubbing his beard in sheer confusion.
The slightly-curly-haired girl heard Prashant doubting the weird change in her voice, and she knew if one more word would be rolled out of her mouth he would definitely recognize that he isn't talking with his sister.
"Kya Prashant, Radhika kyu Naina banke humse baat karegi?" Sarita tried to coax her mind that her son is wrong, but deep inside even she too felt that her daughter's voice sounded deeply similar to Radhika's.
"Yahi toh samjh me nahi aa raha hai mujhe, should we go to Radhika's room to check whether she's there or not?" Prashant suggested, causing the slightly curly-haired girl to widen her eyes out of terror and anxiety.
"No way, kitna ajeeb lagega, apni behen pe shaq kar rahe ho? Agar woh keh rahi hai uska gala kharab hai toh hoga, baad me aake baat kar lege na." Sarita scolded her over-detective son with a vexed expression, and Radhika waited for his response with bated breath.
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