My Devotional Love ✓

6.Drifting queen

Anamta reached her home and was instantly wrapped in a warm, impatient hug, strong arms pulling her close. She giggled, instantly recognizing her brother’s embrace.

“When did you get back?” she asked, a smile lighting up her face.

“Just an hour ago,” her brother Trishan replied, pressing a quick peck on her cheek.

“Why didn’t you call me then?” she asked, setting her car keys down on the table.

“I wanted to surprise you, Noona,” he said, beaming with excitement.

Anamta slipped off her shoes and hung up her coat. “So, how was your trip?” she asked, watching him with a fond smile.

“It was amazing, Noona,” he replied eagerly. But she quickly noticed a shift in his expression, a hint of mischief that he couldn’t quite hide.

Her smile faded a bit as she raised an eyebrow. “What did you do, Trishan? I know that look,” she said, crossing her arms.

Trishan rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around, making sure no one else could overhear him. “Actually, Noona…” he began, his tone suddenly sweet.

Anamta sighed, recognizing the tone immediately. Trishan was the youngest of the siblings and always managed to find himself in some kind of trouble.

“Trishan,” she said, her arms still crossed, “what did you get yourself into this time?”

He hesitated before blurting out, “Look, Noona, don’t be angry! It wasn’t my fault. He started it, so I had to punch him back!”

“Trishan, you know I taught you we sh—”

“We should avoid harming any living being and avoid the desire to harm,” he interrupted, rolling his eyes as he recited her words.

“I know, Noona. But Lord Krishna also said there should be a limit to patience. And he broke mine. So I fought back. Now, please come to my college tomorrow. I can’t tell Papa. He’ll be furious,” he finished, looking at her with pleading eyes as he held her hands.

She softened, ruffling his hair affectionately. “You know exactly how to win me over, don’t you?”

“Of course, I know you like the back of my hand,” he said with a grin.

Just then, their mother entered the living room, her face lighting up as she saw her son. “Oh, you’re back, sweetheart!”

Trishan immediately let go of Anamta’s hands and rushed to hug their mother, who embraced him warmly.

“Where’s Somi?” their mother asked, glancing around, and Anamta felt her heart tighten slightly, remembering her sister’s recent troubles. But she shook it off for now, not wanting to worry their mother.

“She’ll be back soon,” she reassured her mother with a soft smile, knowing she’d have to handle both her siblings in her own way.

“Why are you so late, my child?” her mother asked, a gentle concern in her voice. Anamta pressed her lips together, hating the thought of lying.

“It’s just work, Mumma. Nothing else,” she replied with a faint smile, hoping to ease her mother’s worry without revealing anything about Taehyung or his childish revenge.

Her mother nodded, accepting the answer. “Alright, go freshen up. I’ll set the table for dinner.”

Anamta quickly washed up and returned to the dining area, where she found Somi sitting quietly, lost in thought. The sadness in her sister’s eyes was unmistakable, and it broke Anamta’s heart.