Authors pov
.
.
.
.
Ayan walked to Azlan who was checking Zain's heartbeat...
"Azlan mein zara thori deir Ahad ka bas ja raha hun, agar koi problem ho to mujhay call kar dena" Azlan looked at him and nodded, Ayan turned to go but stopped when Azlan called him
"Ayan" he turned around and raised his eyebrows "Hn kya hua?" he asked
Azlan pulled Ayan in a hug and creased his head, "Sab theek ha Ayan keep yourself calm" he said softly
"Mein theek hun Azlan," Ayan said melting in his elder brother's embrace...
"Ayan stop hiding your emotions yar please, I know jo sab past mein hua mama- ki dea... Death ka bad tumhe bara bhai bana para, you had to keep your everything aside apne bhaion ko age, but trust me, Ayan you don't have to do that anymore, mein hun baba hein sab hein tumhare pas apne emotions mat chupao, I know mein tumse zyada bara nahi hun but hun to bara bhai hi na and I know how to fulfil my responsibility to please let me, aur relax ab sab theek ha Aru theek ha aur Zain bhi hmm relax" Azlan patted his head breaking the hug
"I'm fine Azlan I promise mein theek hun, agar kuch hua to mein khud tere pas aun ga, okay ajju?" Ayan teased calling him 'Ajju' which he used to call him in childhood
"Chal be 'ajju' ka Bache" Azlan mocked and kicked him
Ayan chuckled and went out of the room, as soon as he stepped out his smile vanished and his eyes misted "I'm sorry" he whispered walking towards Ahad's cabin...
Taking a deep breath he barged in startling Ahad who was reading reports of some patient
"Yeh to har wakt reports kyu parta rehta ha, jab bhi mein ata hun tu reports par raha hota ha" Ayan taunted sitting in front of him
"Kyu ka mein tere tarhan vela (free/useless) nahi hun kaam karta hun" Ahad retorted back putting the reports away
"Idda tu waheed murad" Ayan rolled his eyes and taunted in Punjabi
"bakwas karne aya ha to dafa hoja mein busy hun" Ahad said and Ayan raised his eyebrows
"Acha ji konsi meeting ha apki Mr farig prime minister sahab?" Ayan made a face
"Bak mat! bata tabyeet kese ha?" Ahad asked getting serious
"kiski?" Ahad palmed his face "Tere kutta ki" Ahad glared at him
"Arey saf saf bol na tu apni tabyeet ka puch raha ha yar had hoti itni baat complicated kardi" Ayan smirked
"Shut up Ayan mein kiski tabyeet ka puch sakta hun?" Ahad asked in annoyance
"Mere, Arhaan ki uska operation hua ha, Zain ki woh behosh para ha, Azlan ki usko 12 thappar pare hein, Baba ki unko almost heart attack aya ha aur chachu ki unka almost accident hua ha" Ayan shrugged
"Ullu ka pathe, Arhaan ka operation may mein aur Azlan sath tha uska mujhay pata ha, Zain ko dawai mein na di ha aur room mein bhi mein na shift kiya uncle aur chachu sa mein tabyeet pehla hi puch chuka, aur Azlan ko sahi thappar pare hein, aur tu toh aise keh raha jese mun pa mare hon" Ahad rolled his eyes
"Hn to kamar pa thapar zyada zor sa lagte hein, tujhay kya pata tujhay kon marta ha?" Ayan asked glaring at him
"Beta mere abba ji tere abba ji sa kam nahi balke Zayada mar parti tujh sa mujhay, aur topic na change kar bata tabyeet kese ha TERE!" He said emphasising the word 'tere'
"Theek ha bhi aur nahi bhi ha" Ayan sighed "Kya feel ho raha?" Ahad said standing next to him, placing the stethoscope on Ayan's chest
"subh sa tabyeet thori ajeeb ha, jabse tuna shot diya ha uska baad chest mein pain ho raha-" he got cut off by Ahad
YOU ARE READING
Rabt-e-Dil
RandomIn this story, we follow the lives of four brothers and their kind-hearted father, who is more like their best friend than a strict parent. Even though he is gentle, he knows how to make sure his children behave. The youngest brother, who is often t...
