The Foundling

12. Forgiveness

The trio has now sat down for breakfast, the clinking of cutlery and the aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air.

Kunj has completely refused to talk to Krishav, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

Kunj munched on the veges angrily, the sound of his harsh chomping adding to the tense atmosphere as he stared at the nearby wall with complete focus.

Prerna sat amused, her eyes fixed on her angry bird, watching him munch on carrots, which she knew were Kunj's worst enemy according to him but look at him now.

Her eyes shifted from Kunj to Krishav, who sat across from him, guilt clearly visible on his face as he unknowingly played with the food on his plate.

"Krishu, bache nasta Karo," Prerna spoke, her voice breaking the silence. She knew Krishav was worried and guilty, but skipping meals was something she would never allow.

Hearing Prerna's voice, Kunj also looked at Krishav, their eyes meeting briefly before Kunj frowned upon seeing the plate full. But before Krishav could say anything, Kunj looked away and continued to grumpily eat his breakfast.

Krishav looked down at his plate intently, several thoughts whirling around his head. Would his baby boo never talk to him again? Shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts, Krishav picked his breakfast, the clinking of cutlery merging with his inner turmoil as he made plans to ask for forgiveness.

On the other side, Prerna frowned, her gaze shifting between the brothers. She had planned to take a step back in this matter, wanting to observe how they would solve their dispute. Hopefully, they would patch up soon, otherwise she wouldn't have any other option but to intervene.

Prerna lightly squeezed Krishav's shoulder in encouragement, her touch providing a sense of comfort and support. Hopefully, he will soon gather the courage to confront Kunj.

Prerna couldn't help but laugh as she looked at Kunj, who had managed to make a mess for himself using the yogurt.

He fed his clothes and face more than himself, creating a messy yet endearing sight.

Taking out her phone, Prerna quickly clicked a picture of Kunj, capturing the moment of his yoghurt-covered face. The click sound caught Kunj's attention, his toothy grin forming as he stared at Prerna, a playful sparkle in his eyes.

Clicking another picture, Prerna kept the phone aside and grabbed a tissue paper, gently wiping Kunj's face. "My little monkey, you fed your clothes more than yourself, huh?" Prerna questioned, her voice filled with affection and amusement as she cleaned Kunj's face.

"Hello everyone!" The cozy atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by an excited and loud voice as Viren approached the trio.

The sound of his voice filled the air, creating a sense of anticipation.

"Buddy!" Kunj's voice echoed with excitement as he wiggled in Prerna's arms, his outstretched hands ready to jump into Viraj's embrace.

Prerna gently loosened her grip on Kunj, allowing him to eagerly leap into Viren's arms.

With effortless grace, Viren caught Kunj and playfully tossed him up in the air, eliciting joyful giggles from Kunj and quickening Krishav's heartbeat.

"Yaar, Viraj, I've told you so many times, he may get hurt," Krishav expressed his concern in a worried tone. "And I've also told you countless times that I won't let my Bubba fall, so stop worrying unnecessarily."

Kunj nodded in agreement, casting a mischievous glance at Krishav, who shook his head in resignation, knowing that his words would go unheard by the playful duo.