The Dawn.

8. A Surprise with Suspense

Preeta

"Srishti ?" Karan, who's standing beside me exclaims.

My sister who's seated on the sofa of our living room like it's her daily routine and she's not at all unannounced here, grins at us waving her hands.

"Hi jiju! Hi di !" She looks at us with her trademark cheeky smile and stands up. Atleast she has the manners to do that, thank god.

"Thu kya kar raha hain yaha ?" That's my husband again, but with a smile happy to see her but still man is totally confused, I tell you.

Srishti stands infront of him and hugs him warmly. He reciprocates with a smile.

"Long story, jiju." She whispers only to him, but I hear anyways.

I frown at her as she walks past him, to me and stands before me. Her eyes glance down at me and her lips curve in the corners.

"Oooh hoo, my lady is slaying in saree not so sorry ! Ufff adha tho dheko. Mashallah, lag rahe ho na Eid ke chand." Her arms tightly wraps around my neck and pulls me into her. The height difference between us makes my head land against her chest.

I sigh feeling her warmth and wraps my arms around her. It's been almost two months I last saw her, missing her is no new thing, I'm used to it.
That's when you have siblings. When they are around you, you feel without them is better. Totally silent, no fight no unwanted blabbering but when you actually have a day without them it feels painful. Painfully slow. You'll miss them more than anything and with them you'll miss yourself. I could never imagine a day without her and here we lived almost a decade apart from one another. Life's really twisty.

"Buttering band kar, aur bol ithne subah kaha se tapki yaha ?" I raise my brows, and she narrows her eyes.

"Kya aab apne didi ke ghar bina bole nahi aah sakte ?" She whined in her ooh I'm so dramatic tone. I'm telling you, if she didn't have a business degree she sure as hell would be holding an Oscar for 'overacting' if not acting.

"Maine waisa kab kaha?" I counter, narrowing my gaze at her.

"Matlab tho woh he the na !" She murmur making a pout.

"Ji nahi !" I stand with my hands folded against my chest, my eyes boring holes at her and brows raised, for answer.

The girl can fool anyone with those looks but not me. Srishti, however childish and careless she acts she's very much into her plans and timings. I know that better than one and now too by looking at her face I can say, she's something within her. Which she is not talking about. I have seen this girl grow up from a new born to a women now, I know well enough about my sister. And my phycological brain also gives me a red signal.

"Di, I missed you guys, Yaar! And now I'm hungry. Apke haath ka bana hua aaloo puri and halwa khane ka man Kar raha hain." She says with puppy eyes. Which I, as a big sister can't refuse.

"Drama !" I murmured, to which Karan chuckles and she glares at me.

Shaking my head, I start towards the kitchen instructing, "Fresh hoke ajao, kilathi hoon thuje main."

With a wide smile and an easy, "Okayssss !" she's fled into the guest room.

Karan follows me on queue to kitchen. My brows frown at him when he discards the blazer and starts rolling his sleeves.

"What you doing?" I question, while getting the ingredients from shelf. He shrugs while getting the kadai and spoon from other corner. I let him do while I start making dough for the Puris.