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Rajvanshi Mansion
Pali Hills , Mumbai
"Bhai batao na black pehnu ya white ..?" Advik asked showing two shirts , asking his elder brother , who looked least interested in his shirts , as his whole concentration was towards his own wardrobe .
"Ya pink ...? Wese bhi ladkiyon ka favorite colour pink hota hai " Advik asked keeping the shirts in his hands on the pile of clothes that was already dumped on the bed .
"So sexist , Addu !" Ayan said , giving him a disgusted look and then shifted his concentration back to the wardrobe that was more important right now .
"Arey aap meri baat sun bhi rahe ho ?? Aisa kya hai uss cupboard me jo subha se nihare jaa rahe ho use ?" Advik asked being annoyed , while Ayan looked at him , folding his hands to his chest .
"Accha mai apni cupboard me chup chap apni outfit decide karun toh mai cupboard nihar raha hoon , air tu yaha jo kamre ko kapda Bazar Bana diya uska kya haan ?" Ayan asked glaring towards his younger brother , who smiled at him meekly and took a step back .
This step up and step back went on for a while and at last fell on the pile , and all the clothes were over him , making Ayan bust out laughing .
"Aapko jyada hasi nhi aa rahi , ruko aap" Advik said annoyed , and threw a cloth form the pile up on to Ayan. And there was no looking back , cloth after cloth , shirts flew in air and the room turned into the battleground. And clothes turned into war victims.
"Arey yeh chal kya raha hai yaha pe !" Abhimanyu asked as he entered the room with a completely shocked expression making Ayan and Advik stop dead on there tracks .
"Hehe....woh dad ham ...ham toh bas dress decide kar rahe they princess se milne jaane ke liye !"Ayan said, scratching his neck in embarrassment as he looked around the room .
"Accha , aise decide kar rahe they tum dono dress ?" Abhimanyu asked pointing towards the room , making both of them the amount of mess they created .
"Dad meri nahi iski/inki galti thi isme !!"
Both of them shouted pointing towards each other , making the other one look shocked .
"Accha bacchu , batana zara meri galti kese ? Tune mere upar shirt pheki thi " Ayan said with an accusing glare , making advik frown .
"Hawww aur woh mere girne pe jo aap khe khe karke Hass rahe they woh bhool gaye ??" Advik asked , raising his eyebrows , and folding his hands around his chest looking cute as hell , of not in a fight Ayan would have pulled his cheeks definitely .
"Accha aur jo tu subha se mujhe irritate kar raha hai woh ?" He asked, taking the same stance , enjoying the banter to the fullest .
"Haww bhai , kya bol rahe ho aap , mai bechara nanha masoom baccha , abb apne bhai se madat lena bhi bhai ko pareshan karna hua , kalyug hai kalyug , yeh din dikhane se pehke utha kere baba ...!!" Advik said entering into his dramatic move , forgetting about his surroundings completely
His drama came to a hault when he felt a stinging pain in his head , yeah it was Abhimanyu looking at his son's antics from quite a moment now , and at last his hand shot up and landed on Advik's head , smacking him lightly .
"Haww dad , aab aap bhi mujhe hi maar rahe ho , kalyug hai re baba kalyug !" Advik said continuing his drama , making both Ayan and Abhimanyu bit their smile to avoid bursting out laughing.
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General FictionABHIMANYU RAJVANSHI was a helpless father when he decided to send the most precious piece of his heart away from himself just to keep a promise he gave years back . ARYAN and ADVIK RAJVANSHI were too young to stop their leaving sister , but now al...
