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It was Saturday evening, and the sun was setting, casting a warm glow in Kunj’s cozy kitchen. He stood at the counter, preparing to make himself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma already teasing his senses. In a light-hearted moment, Ansh was relaxing on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.
Kunj, "black coffee bana raha hu, piyega?" Kunj asked casually.
"Ewww! Mujhe nahi chahiye aapki kali coffee, mujhe toh naam sunkar hi ulti aa rahi hai!" Ansh replied, making a comically exaggerated gagging face.
"You are being overdramatic; it’s not that bad," Kunj chuckled, shaking his head.
"Yeah, it’s not bad; it’s horrible! Main toh kehta hu aap bhi peena chhodo!" Ansh replied, waving his hand dismissively as if to evict the very thought of drinking black coffee.
Kunj grinned. "Accha toh kya, teri tarah har time ice cream khana shuru karu?"
"Good idea! Kitni acchi hoti hai ice cream! Meethi meethi!" Ansh exclaimed, his eyes sparkling at the mention of the sweet treat.
Kunj laughed, "Itni bhi buri nahi hoti yaar, coffee peeke toh dekh ek baar!"
"Naa baba, aapko hi Mubarak, aapki ye kadwi kali coffee. Main toh chala apni jaan ice cream ko lene!" Ansh declared dramatically, as he hopped off the counter and walled towards the refrigerator.
Kunj chuckled at his son’s antics. "Pagal hai pura," he muttered, amused.
Kunj was about to make coffee when Abhi walked in. Abhi always seemed to appear at the right moment, like he had a special power. Usually, he checked on Kunj alone, but today he brought friends - Sid, Adi, and Akshara.
The hallway was filled with happy noise - everyone talking and laughing. It was a great Saturday evening atmosphere.
"Kya ho raha hai yahan?" Abhi asked, eyeing Kunj suspiciously.
"Kuch khas nahi, Papa! Apne muh ka swad bigadne ki—mera matlab hai, coffee banane ki taiyari kar rahe the," Ansh replied, unable to contain his mischief.
Kunj shot Ansh a glare, but it was too late; the playful harmony had been struck.
"Usse kya ghoor raha hai? Sahi hi toh kaha usne. Pata nahi kya maza aata hai tujhe iss kadwi coffee ko pine mein! Khana toh banda mithai khaye, lekin nahi tu toh ye coffee pine mein interested hai! Wait a second, maine tujhe manna kiya tha na kitchen mein aane se? Ek baar mein baat samajh nahi aati kya?" Abhi cut in, pretending to scold him.
Before Kunj could muster a witty comeback, Ansh teased, "Wahi toh main bhi kabse wahi keh raha tha, lekin ye sunte kahan hain kisike!"
Kunj's eyes widened, and he playfully held Ansh's ear, "Nalayak, jhooth bolta hai! Tune kab roka mujhe? Haan?"
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Father Longing for his son: Bridging the gap (Book2)
General FictionThis book is a direct continuation of the story started in Father Longing for His Son (Book 1).For the best reading experience, start with Book 1 Continuing the emotional journey of Kunj and Ansh, this sequel explores their complex father-son relati...
