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13. Dosti-Mohabbat-Zimmedari

Yuvi came out in garden from the house, to have some peace. Gauti lamenting all time for Abhi, pushing Yuvi to search for him, not knowing that Yuvi has no wish to do so. He wants his Abhi happy. He failed to provide his son the proper happiness. Shouldn't Abhi wait a bit more ? Was it necessary to run away not keeping a little faith on his dada ?

He exposed his own love story to him and promised not to be a wall between his sons' love life. Too Abhi ran away ?. . . . . . . . . .

A sudden touch on shoulder distracted him. Mahi! Yuvi quickly wiped his eyes, made seat for Mahi moving a little on the bench he was sitting.

"Why are you crying ?" Mahi asked not taking his hand off from Yuvi. "They will be happy together."

"Tu samajh nahi raha Mahi. Your children never did such blunder, if they, you could feel me"

"May be you forgot Yuvi what Harry did with Rahul in hotel in name of college tour. Even when he wasn't adult. Wasn't it a blunder or blemish on reputation ?"

Yuvi didn't answer. Mahi continued, "you can't control today's kids like your father controlled you. Let them learn by themselves. And I already told you, dada's son is enough responsible. He won't let your Abhi be hurted a bit"

The faithful hand on shoulder provided more strength to Yuvi than the words. He nodded after a short silent understanding between two pairs of eyes. Both smiled dryly not breaking the eye contact. If they would look behind, could see someone noticing them from far while watering the saplings of Mahi's vast garden.

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Life is full hardle when you aren't in shelter of your parents — is successfully realised by Abhi and Mayank. No need to mention what happens when wealthy cricketers' sons forsake luxurious and accept lower-middle class life all of a sudden. Every day is a session of struggle for them. Abhi does household works as much he can while Mayank gives tuition to local kids for breadearnig. At evening he makes Abhi study too ignoring his tiredness and pouts.

Today Abhi was cooking with a little amount of veggies for lunch. It's raining outside, a Bengali song is playing on Mayank's phone;

শ্রাবণের ধারার মতো পড়ুক ঝরে…

Abhi couldn't understand the meaning but that was sounding good to him. Mayank came out from bathroom only in a single towel. Abhi blushed but couldn't control his greed to enjoy seeing the built, wet body. The veggies were almost done so Abhi had no problem nod when Mayank asked him to wipe his wet hairs with an excuse of his injured finger.

Mau sat on the box window ledge as there's no chair or sitting furniture in their house(?) And took Abhi on his lap to make his job easier. Blushes got deeper in colour as Abhi knows that these are just his excuse to meke him blush. With every jerk Abhi was making with his own towel, Mayank's nose was hitting on his chest making him shiver.

Suddenly Mayank stopped Abhi grabbing his hand. Then made his palms spread before him, the softest ones are rough, peeled off skin in some places due to washing clothes and utensils.

"Tujhe bohot taqlif ho raha hai na ?"

Abhi shook head as no, with the cute smile. "Jhootha! Sab pata hai mujhe"

"Nahi bhaiya, believe me... mujhe taqlif kaise ho sakta hai, jab tum mere sath ho ?"

A passionate kiss took it's place on Abhi's forehead. His legs rounded Mayank's waist. The dormant desire made him lean on his face but interrupted with gentle finger touch.