𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

29

Two year later

I was sleeping but Aryan disturb my sleep. I open my eyes finding blood dripping down from his nose.

" What the hell. " I shouted and immediately rise his face so blood flow will stop.

" Didi, I keep vomiting. "

I frowned, he tried to move towards the bathroom but since I was holding him, he vomited on my hand, then looked at me with a pout.

If this had happened a few years ago, I would have been disgusted. But now, I'm not, so he doesn't need to worry. I won't get mad at him and kick his ass.

I rushed to the bathroom to wash my hands while Aryan continued to vomit.

" What happened? Did you get into a fight again? " I asked. He shook his head.

He's lying. There's definitely something he's not telling me.

" Tell me what's wrong? " I asked softly. He hugged me and started crying. Why is he so upset today?

" Didi, I can't control my anger. They pick on me every day. So today, I punched them at school, which led to a fight on the school grounds. The teachers made us take round of school ground with our hands raised... I didn't want to fight, but they always make me so angry. "

" Aryan, you have anger issues. You need to learn to control your temper. " I said, and unintentionally smacked his lower back.

He pouted and rubbed his back, glaring at me.

" Don't be like dad. Stop this vomiting. I didn't want to wake you up, but you have the day off tomorrow. You can sleep all day without any disturbances. Please, didi, stop vomiting. "

I'm currently interning, so this is a minor issue. I can't leave him like this.

" Do you have a fever? " I asked, feeling his forehead.

" It's normal. Go lie down, I'll be there in a few minutes. " I said. He lay down on the bed in my room, prompting me to give him a disapproving look.

"Didi, stop glaring at me. It's already difficult for me to sleep alone in my room. I never asked for a separate room, and considering my sickness, you should let me sleep in YOUR room," he mumbled, causing me to roll my eyes.

He was right; sleeping in a separate room was initially challenging. However, when Aryan kept ending up in mom and dad's room every night, and they found me sleeping in the living room with all the lights on, dad gave both of us a teddy bear. I don't know who came up with that crazy idea because we weren't at the age of sleeping with a teddy bear, but it seemed to work out.

Before approaching Aryan with a dreadful object in my hand, I quickly messaged Rihaan to confirm if I was giving the right medicine. I knew he would scold me for asking such a small thing, but I needed to be sure. Besides, he wouldn't have fallen asleep yet; he usually slept late at night.

As expected, his message popped up.

"Why are you asking?"

"Just answer me," I replied with an eye-rolling emoji.

"It's correct. Don't ask me these kinds of stupid questions. Idiot, I hope it isn't for you," he messaged. I smiled and replied before I started giggling.

"For Aryan. Now, good night. Sleep on time. I will see you tomorrow," I messaged before putting my phone down.

"Done messaging your boyfriend. Didi, I don't want you to have a boyfriend," he remarked.

Here we go again. I couldn't understand what his issue was with this. This little guy talked a lot.

"Now, seal your lips and turn onto your stomach," I said in a stern tone, not wanting to deal with any drama. After mom, he was the one who showed the most drama when getting the simplest shot. I doesn't like I don't put on drama but it's always less then them.

He looked at my hand and then slipped under the blanket.

"I don't want you to give me this thing... I'm a man, Didi. How can you expect me to show my butt to you?"

"How about I go to mom and dad's room and tell them about your fight?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. He looked down sadly and started rubbing his cheeks.

" Mom knows, she even slapped me because of it."

How is that possible? Mom slapped Aryan? He's her dear son, for whom she would fight with anyone.

"So I think you deserve it. Now lay down or else I'm going to wake dad," I said. He sighed and lay down on his belly.

"You aren't my sweet didi anymore," he said, ignoring my words as I lowered his pants.

"Didi, am I big enough to get a shot while being in mom's embrace?" he asked before I could proceed to give him the shot. A mama's boy.

"You want me to call mom?" I asked. He nodded his head. I stood up and left the room, then came back with mom.

She sat on the bed beside Aryan. Aryan put his head on her lap and pushed his face into mom's tummy.

When the needle poked into his skin, he hissed. Mom started rubbing his back, but I noticed how she stayed quiet the whole time. No comforting words, nothing.

"It's done, baby," I said. Mom pushed his head and said in a very serious tone, "Go to your room now."

I looked at mom, confused. What happened to her suddenly? She never acts like this. When Aryan gave her puppy eyes, she gave him a stern look. He lowered his head and went out of the room while rubbing his bottom.

"Mom, why are you acting like this? He can sleep here."

"Ayaan is sending him to an army boarding school because of his behavior issues. This is the fifth time we've been called from his school in the past two months. You know what these schools are like. How will my baby live there?" Mom said, and I could feel how hurt she was by this decision.

"Did you talk to dadi maa or chachu?"

"They made this decision together. And you know even I can't say no now. Because I too think this is best for him. Look, today he is sick because of fighting only."

I remain silent, unsure of what to say. Aryan is still very much in his baby phase. He have anger issues, but he's actually quite gentle. He still clings to mom a lot and hasn't fully entered his teenage years. He still wants to be loved and pampered, and we all give him just that. I still remember how dad peck his lips while he was sleeping after scolding him too much, which made Aryan cry. And let's not even get started on mom. She still thinks he's five. None of us treat him like he's grown up even a little bit. He's still our little baby to all of us.

"Mom, if you think it's best, then it probably is. Aryan must have really messed up. He needs to correct his behavior," I said. She nodded and lay down.

"So, how's it going with Rihaan?"

"I hate it when I have to work with him. He scolds too much, mom. Is dad like this too? I don't want to do an internship under them. Why can't I just do an internship in one specific area?"

Mom chuckled and put her hand on my shoulder. "I can't say anything about Rihaan, but if your dad scolds you even at the hospital, then tell me. I'll talk to him. Go to sleep now. You have a free day tomorrow."