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16- STRESSED

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Ojaswat Pov

Kul has left to change and also said he will bring my guitar while I assist Adik Bhai in making seating arrangements for the night that we all have planned in the garden. Aksh Bhai is preparing cold coffee, which we obstinately had asked him for. I just hope we do not get sick tomorrow. And also, he is experimenting with some sort of pie, maybe for Ethi bhaiya. I sensed how Aksh Bhai was stressed throughout the day, and Ethi Bhai was sort of dodging being with him. A conversation over this pie will settle whatever the grave tension lingering between them surely.

A conversation is all it takes.

Nil is nowhere in sight. Viti is with us here as well, sitting on the swing and observing our movements. She, particularly, was in a jovial mood, if I act ignorant to her one or two moments of getting back in her shell when any of the mall staff approached her.

Bhai, do we need something else?

No, just fetch the cards along with other games you wish to play.

I run to my room, quickly change into something more comfy and warm, and collect Uno, two decks of cards, Chinga, Monopoly, Scottish Yard, chess, ludo, snakes, and ladders-each classic game I had in my stock.

However, none of it is fit for Viti. Maybe she can be a part of any team? Let's see what we shall do.

I reach downstairs; everyone has settled on the mattresses; Viti has also changed, a thin, warm blanket wrapped around her, along with a very thin cap sporting her head. She is too cute.

"Oj is here finally after what felt like ages."

"Stupid Aku." This irked expression on his face every time I address him with Aku is horrible and never fails to crack me up.

"I am going to sing a song for you, Doll. Let me know if you like it, okay?"

"Otay."

Then I start singing Lakdi ki kathi for her; as usual, there are pleasant and contented expressions on everyone's face hearing me sing; despite not understanding much of the lyrics, Viti keeps on laughing and clapping with her tiny hands.

Song ends, and I take Viti in a bear hug, who reciprocates immediately.

"You like it?"

"Yes."

"Really? I will sing for you more often, alright?" Of course, from now on I will always sing to her first; whenever I try to copy my favorite singers, and even when I get opportunities to sing my original songs, written by some amazing lyricist, I will sing to her first rather than for the audience.

"Otay. New Song?"

"Yes, every-

"Aksh uncleeeeeeee." This familiar shriek makes us all cover our ears, and Viti runs to Ethi bhaiya.

Here we go, Aksh bhai's chamcha ( Bootlicker) and Ujjawal bhaiya's son, Aadavan, simply because he knows Bhai yields to his demands easily when it comes to school; he is just five, but he is the only one who managed to have Bhai make a call in school for a holiday announcement because this three-foot and some-inch five-year-old did not wish to attend the school, thus a holiday on Thursday.