They say destiny brings two people together. But what happens when fate chooses to mercilessly tear apart two brothers who are each others world?
Lies are wrong, but some are just a loving shade from the harsh sunlight of a bitter truth. Kartik Jai...
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Kartik was returning from his work when he observed a black jaguar that had been following him for a long time. He shrugged, assuming it was a rivalry threat to take on. He was well aware of how these folks might be... He had experienced.!
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"Itne confused kyun karte hai, yeh tutorials wale. Ehh" Krish scratched his head in confusion."Ohh phele boil. Then cool it. What the fudge." He asked himself before writing it down.
The guy in the video made the preparation so easy, as it pouring out water into a glass, that it tempted Krish to try a different recipe.
"Bhaiya why you love rasugalla this much. Ugh. Itni saari cheeze hai. Like paneer-butter-masala aur naan oyee-hoye, aur saath mein mast amritsaari.. Krish tujhe bhaiya ka favorite sochna hai aapna nahi. FOCUS." Krish reprimanded himself and rubbed his face with irritation but then he stopped and a cheeky smile emerged on his face.
"Biryani"
He hopped up on the counter top and started searching for the best biryani tutorial video. He started by taking out the tomatoes and onions and chopping them.
Kartik never hired servants or trusted anybody to look after his kid or even cook for them. One Kartik Jaiswal was more than enough for all this. He could have simply hired a crew of workers, but the pride of being named the maid of his own home was not there. A sense of belonging.
That was Kartik Jaiswal. Soo charming, soo savvy yet deadly at times.
"1..2..3.. Krish cut it" screamed and began cutting those closed eyes, but he felt like he was slicing the tip of his finger rather than cutting them.
"Ahh! Krish you can do it." He inhaled deeply and began again. Without a second thought. He repeated this process with all vegetables before grabbing an onion and tearing the cover off.
"Why are my eyes tearing up so much, bhaiyaa? ... aankhe jal rahi hai meri Dracula." he began rubbing his eyes, turning them a deep shade of crimson, making it much more worn.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes against the back of his hand. He closed his eyes As Cutting onions is all that mattered to him right now.
"Ahh... bhaiya kaise karte ho aap. Start cutting Krish. Bhaiya aagaye na toh banne se phele hee suprise ka kachra ho jayega." He started cutting without thinking twice. Finally, all of the onions were chopped. The rest of the job went well, and he finished it before Kartik came.
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Krish was inspecting the cuts he got when he heard his car sound, and it was too late to cover any more cuts as Kartik open the door and barged inside all gleefully but stopped.
"Krish, yeh tune oversized shirt kyun pehna hai, woh bhi itni garmi mein. Teri tabiyaat toh theek hai." Kartik said this while taking off his shoes before entering the house. Krish nodded and pushed his fingers further into his sleeve cuffs.
