𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊 - 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

9. 𝓜𝓻.𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓼.𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓬𝓪𝓴𝓮

He looked at her
the way she needed to be looked ....

Like the whole world could crumble
And he wouldn't blink !!!

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" Mom don't worry , I will clean the kitchen ." Ehann said taking the cleaning cloth from her hands .
" Aree it's okey , I will do and also the lunch is ready , guests will be there soon ." Vidya restored .
" Ma kitna kam karoge aap, thak jaoge ." Ehaan said shaking his head . He is watching her since morning , preparing special dishes with delicious desert for some guests . He is wondering who the guests are .

" Mom , apne bataya nahi , kon ane wala hai jo itni tayari chal rahi hai unki swagat ki ? " Ishaan said entering the kitchen as the smell of delicious food was reaching his nostrils. Ehaan also looked at her to know about the guest . His stomach filled with some unknown excitement . Why was he feeling like that ? He wondered.

" It's surprise . You will get to know when they will be here. " She said  grinning to herself making both of her sons to frown at her.

"Kahi bhaiya ko dekhne ladki waale to nahi ane wale ." He said casually taking the bite of gulab jamun from a container , earning not so loving glare from his bade bhaiya . Vidya smacked his head for eating the desert which she made for her guests , making him pout angrily . Vidya made her way out of the kitchen to know the whereabouts of their guests.

" Itni baak baak karne ki bajay agar kitchen main help karde to jyada accha hoga ." Ehaan said with sarcastic smile on his lips .
" Do one thing wash the dishes ."

" Actually bhai I would have done that already but the thing is that my soft hands would turn so rough then ." Ishaan said with oh so innocent smile trying to escape from there . Ehaan shooked his head totally done with his dramatic ass .

" Oyee Ishaan, why you had put this your jalli hui t -shirt in my cupboard ." Isha entered the kitchen with a white t-shirt in her left hand and her right hand on her waist glaring at him .

" Wait , isn't it my t-shirt ? " Ehaan's eyes widened as he acknowledged his favourite t-shirt having a big burnt hole at the center .
He throwed the draggers towards the karta dharta of this whole kand , with ' I need a explanation ' look.

Ishaan gulped the lump forming in his throat looking at his bhai , who was ready to burn him alive just like he did it to his tshirt.
' please iss bar bachalo mujhe bhagwan ji warna meri to khair nahi .' He mentally prayed to every god to save him from this Mogembo .

" B-bhai , a-actually I was going for a movie with one of my friend and I realised that I don't have good clothes so I thought to borrow from you . So when I was ironing it ....it got b - burnt . I am so sorry bhai . But I must say bhai you have kamal ki choice with great fashion sense . You are the fashion diva man with so handsome face , even more than me." Ishaan grumbled with the nervous smile trying his hard to wrap him in his sugar coated extra sweet words .

" Bhai , iski chikni chupdi bathon main mat aao , maska mar raha hai apko . " Isha whispered in Ehaan's ears standing behind him just like how every siblings do , aag main ghee dalna .

" You brat , how many times I should warned you to not to touch my belongings without my permission ?" Ehaan growled at him who started running outside from the kitchen to seek a help from his mom dad. Ehaan too started running behind him .

" Bhai I am really sorry , bacche ki jaan loge kya ab ." Ishaan said pleading to him making a desi run run for his poor life .

" Tu ruk main tuze dikhata hun ." Ehaan gritted his jaw, chasing after him .
Isha was laughing at them enjoying their tom and jerry fight . " Bilkul bhi mat chodna usko , bhai ."