Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
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I quietly sat in the corner of my room, cold marble producing a chilling sensation, eeriness engulfing me. I skipped my breakfast, Niharika had forced me to join for breakfast but I couldn't find myself to compel by it. As if I did not deserve to live by burden my family further. I was being a problem. I cup my face, anxiety had washed over me, as if something is going to be wrong. Something bad will take place.
Cold wall, the hair on my neck rose. I sat back straight, soon stood up, when I heard someone being at my door. A house help informed me, my older sibling was here for lunch. My stomach flipped at the thought of eating, nausea build up. Not wanting to be an issue further, I quietly stepped down the stairs reaching the dining hall.
A hand draped over my shoulder, I nestle closer into his warm embrace. He gently pressed his lips to hairline, "I was just coming to get you for lunch." He guided me to the chair, pulling it.
I smile at him, "aap iss time ghar aaye?" I gestured Anita to bring the cake from the fridge.
("You're home at this hour?")
"I have to visit a site, it's nearby." He sipped on some water. He stole his eyes away from his wife who settled on her place, giving us a softened look
A blueberry glazed cake with blueberries and candles on top of it, placed on the dining table. "Happy one month anniversary guys," I wished my brother and his wife on completing a month of their wedding.
Niharika's grin brightened up, "Aww! Thank you, sweetie." Her brown eyes twinkling with happiness. "You know, I recalled earlier this morning how it has been a month, but I didn't say anything, because of last night.." she halted, guiltily looking down.
"Bachhe yeh sab ki kya zarurat hai?" His steely eyes stuck at me awaiting an answer. "Also, who on the earth celebrates anniversaries monthly?" He shook his head.
("Dear, what was the need to do this?")
Niharika rolled her eyes. "Aap itne khadoos humesha se the?" She bit her lips when her husband rose a brow at her. Subtly picked her phone up, capturing a picture of the blue cake.
("Were you this brutal since always?")
"Excuse me?" His tongue poked a cheek, eyes shooting a hard look to his wife.
Niharika shrugged her shoulders, "aapko nahi manana na manayein dursaron ke celebrate karne se kya dikkat hai?" She placed her phone down, waiting for him to answer.
("If you don't want to celebrate, it's fine, but what problem do you have with other people celebrating?" )
"People can go to hell and I do not give a damn," he pressed firmly on each word, indicating he meant what he said.
Before Niharika could counter and their fight could escalate. I handed them a butter knife with a silver ribbon tied on it.
"Sure." My sister in law, gladly took the knife from hand with a smile as bright as the moon, tucking a strand of lock behind her ear, she peeked at her husband, who looked at her with his eyes cold and hard, rolling them at her antics.
