MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

28. ruk jao ...

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As Aadish finished speaking, Revti's gaze shifted towards her three little ones, barely more than babies, still curled up with their legs clasped in that familiar way children do. Her mind lingered on the innocence etched into their tiny frames, the way they moved, almost synchronized in their mannerisms.

"Batao ab..." (Now tell me...) Aadish spoke again, this time his voice laced with both mischief and a hint of concern. There was an unspoken tension between them, a shared understanding of the playful chaos their children often brought to their lives.

On one side, Rudra and Onay exchanged quick, uncertain glances, their eyes darting towards Armaan, who stood between them like an unintended mediator. Their expressions, though silent, screamed in unison, *"Maa sa, bhai sa, humari koi galti nahi hai... ye toh Armaan bhai sa hai!"* (*Mother, brother, it's not our fault... it's Armaan bhai's doing!*) They didn't dare voice it aloud though. Despite their playful accusations, they couldn't betray their elder brother-not the one who always shielded them, even if his teasing and pranks were sometimes the cause of their mischief. After all, who would entertain Armaan's antics if not them?

The air was thick with their quiet loyalty, an unbreakable bond only siblings could share.

"Armaan," his mother called softly, her eyes full of questions. Armaan, like a well-behaved child, simply nodded in acceptance, admitting his mistakes with a gentle tilt of his head.

But in the next moment, he launched into an enthusiastic explanation, his words tumbling out in one continuous stream. "Maa sa, sirf hum nahi, balki ye dono balko ka bhi haath hai," (Mother, it wasn't just me, but these two little rascals also had a hand in it). "Humne to kaha tha ki hum unhe self-defense sikhate hai... Jab Aadish bhai sa ek hafte ke liye bahar gaye huye the..." (I had only said I'd teach them self-defense... when Aadish bhai went away for a week...) "Magar in dono ne kaha ki self-defense ke saath unhe gun aur baki sari cheeze handle karna bhi sikhaye..." (But these two insisted I teach them how to handle guns and other stuff along with self-defense...) "Aur sach kahe to, hume bilkul yakeen nahi tha ki vo bas ek baar sikhi hui cheez itni perfection ke saath kar sakti hai." (And honestly, I never believed that she could do something she learned just once with such perfection.)

His face, all the while, displayed a mixture of innocence and genuine disbelief, especially at the thought of Avantika pulling off something so skillfully.

Revti’s lips curled into a subtle smirk, her thoughts wandering to the chaos she’d just envisioned. Across from her, Ansh Rajawat, the ever-composed father, struggled to stifle his amusement. The expression on his face said it all—*bro, she’s destined to be a queen, and this is merely a glimpse of what she’s capable of*. He knew his wife better than anyone—delicate like a flower when standing beside him, yet with a core of steel forged through her own unimaginable deeds.

Finally, Aadish broke the silence, his voice laced with mock surprise. "Maa sa, dekhiye, Hume bhi nhi btaya tha" (Mother, look, even we weren’t told about this).

Revti, ever the proud mother, shot him a firm but pleased look. Her reply, delivered with a quiet authority, carried the weight of her unshakable belief. "Inhone kuchh galt nahi kiya hai" (She hasn’t done anything wrong), she said, her voice unwavering. "Unhe khud ki aur dusro ki suraksha karni aani chahiye" (She should know how to protect herself and others).

Her words held conviction—a lesson ingrained in her children, not just in the art of protection, but in the wisdom of knowing when and how to use it. She took pride in the strength she saw reflected in them, a reflection of her own resilience.

Aadish, slightly worried now, glanced at his mother and said, "Maa sa, dekhiye, vo ab aawaj ki vajah se behosh ho gayi" (Mother, look, she fainted because of the noise).