Guardian

-:chapter 9:-

Avyansh stirred awake in the early morning light, the room still cloaked in a soft, peaceful silence.

As he opened his eyes, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him,
the chaos, the pain in his bhaiya's eyes, and the way he had felt so lost.

But now, as he looked over at Abhimanyu, still asleep beside him, he saw something different. His face, usually stern and guarded, was relaxed and calm in sleep. The tension that always seemed to hang around him like a shroud had lifted, leaving behind a softness that he had rarely seen. It was as if, in sleep, the weight of the world had finally been lifted from his shoulders.

For a moment, he just watched him, his heart swelling with a deep, unspoken affection.

He had always seen Abhimanyu as a protector, a figure of strength, but now, seeing him like this, he realized that there was so much more to him.

There was vulnerability, pain, and
a depth of emotion that he kept hidden from the world.

Avyansh leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Abhimanyu’s forehead, a silent thank you for everything his Bhaiya had done for him.

"My angel" avyansh wishpered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

he pulled back, and an idea sparked in his mind. His Bhaiya always took care of him, always made sure he had everything he needed, including breakfast every morning. But today, avyansh wanted to do something for him in return. He wanted to make breakfast for his bhaiya, to show him that he cared too.

Careful not to disturb Abhimanyu’s peaceful sleep, Avyansh quietly slipped out of bed and went to his own room to freshen up. His heart was light as he made his way to the kitchen, the idea of doing something special for his Bhaiya filling him with a sense of purpose.

Adhya entered the kitchen, drawn by the sounds of movement and the aroma of something cooking. She was surprised to find Avyansh bustling around, ingredients spread out on the counter as he meticulously prepared breakfast.

“Avy, what are you doing?” Adhya asked.

“Making breakfast di,” he replied, a smile on his face. He continued to chop vegetables with a focus.

Adhya watched him for a moment, then asked, “tumhe ata hai cook karna?mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha.”

Avyansh paused, his expression growing a little somber. “I used to cook for my father,” he said quietly.

Adhya’s heart ached at the thought of Avyansh having to take on such responsibilities at a young age, especially for a father who didn’t deserve his care. She felt a surge of protectiveness towards him.

Avyansh continued to prepare the food, but he suddenly winced, pulling his hand back from the cutting board. Adhya quickly moved to his side, seeing the  cut on his finger.

"Oh no itna zyada lag gaya avy, dikhao mujhe" she said, taking his hand gently. She quickly grabbed a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet and treated the cut with care. "Dhyan se karna chahiye na, Avy... Itni bhi kya jaldi hai?

“Tum chhodo yeh sab, staff hai na ghar main. Woh kar lenge,” Adhya suggested, still holding his hand, her concern evident in her voice.

But Avyansh shook his head, . “Nahi di,
mujhe apne hatho se bhaiya ke liye bana na hai please di.”

Adhya couldn’t bring herself to refuse those eyes. She sighed softly and nodded. “Okay, but be careful this time, hmm? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Avyansh’s face lit up. “Thank you, di.”

Together, they finished preparing the noodles, Adhya assisting where she could, even though she was a bit clumsy in the kitchen. The smell of the cooked food filled the room, a comforting aroma that promised a delicious meal.