Khamoshi

02- Sugar And Spice, Krish Make Things Extra Nice

Kartik is waking up his Sloth brother who was whimpering for five more minutes of sleep since an hour. Since the sun cannot rise from the west, how can Krish Maharaj wake and that too without tantrums?

"Krish, you're quoting five minutes from an hour. Get up right now "Kartik said while he was tucking his shirt into his beige pants. He appeared to be... devilishly handsome...

Kartik was preparing for another round by removing blankets and switching fans and air conditioners, and he was still sleeping like a sloth, burying his head in a pillow and covering his head with a pillow because he didn't want to be bathed, when he dreaming of earning the best biker award, which goes to....

'BHAIYA.' With drowsy eyes, Krish murmured.

He threw the pillows aside with force. "Oh, Zulmi Dracula, mein baas jeetne hee wala tha," Krish murmured, turning his side away.

"Krish, even in your dreams, you're not getting this award,"Karitk said in jest.

"You always take my award..he was about to announce my name, ..' krish said it cringily, covering his face with his palms.

Kartik gathered the blankets and pillows and rearranged the room, ultimately making it feel like it wasn't such a mess. He sat next to him, swinging his hair.

The innoncence will revert to brattiness soon he awakens. He thought

"Krish, it's 9 bachha, wake up or you'll be late," Kartik said, and Krish scowled, nodding his head no and pressing his head further.

"Bhaiya, don't lie, it's eight o'clock... Your tricks are becoming older, just like you," Krish murmured half sleepy, without thinking of replications.

"And you, young Draculi, still fall for the tricks of this classy man." As Kartik was speaking, Krish drifted off to slumber in his heavenly embrace.

'KRISH, I'm not singing a lullaby. Wake up, you Draculi," Kartik said, gently whacking him on the head.

'Draculi? Think of something new.. and my doctor said 9 hours of sleep is essential bhaiya..' Krish said, dazedly throwing his arms around him.

"Bina maar khaye nahi uthega na beta." Kartik asked in his raw voice, but Krish didn't pay any heed to his threats.Kartik smiled broadly, tilted his face gently and splashed a full glass of icy water on his face.

"Bhaiyaaaaaaaa," Krish jumped out of bed.

"I'm here only, beta," Kartik said, wiping Krish's face.

"Bhaiya yaar, now don't be caring.. aaise kon utha ta hai.. aur itna thanda pani' Krish said.

"It's been more than an hour since I woke you up, Devil.. even after warnings, you didn't wake up, so I had to do that dumbo----," Kartik said, pulling his new set of clothes from the wardrobe. Krish rolled his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find your brain back there," Kartik said, scratching his jaw and trying hard not to smile, and Krish left by banging on the door.

BHAIYAAAAAA

A loud scream prevailed in the mansion.

Kartik took off his AirPods and sipped his coffee quietly. He was prepared for this round of... black coffee, and irritated krish maharaj! What a blend!

Krish marched up furiously, as predicted, but it didn't bother him one bit.... he quietly drank his coffee while irking the younger Jaiswal.

"MY PHONE. ." Krish slammed his fist angrily, and Kartik raised an eyebrow. That only meant one thing... no matter how much we differed, the tone should not be disrespectful.