The Bond ❤️❤️

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The living room buzzed with energy, filled with a lighthearted tension as the playful argument between Rahul and his son continued. Rahul's boy, with his arms defiantly crossed and eyes shining with determination, was determined to stake his claim on his Vi chachu. He had been looking forward to this moment all week and now, seeing his dad hugging his favorite uncle, felt like an intrusion on his special bond.

Virat, caught in the middle, watched the standoff unfold, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He loved them both fiercely, but it was moments like these that made his heart warm—the banter, the playful competition, the deep love underneath it all.

The boy stomped his little foot in protest, his voice raising an octave as he pointed at Rahul. “Dad! Stop hogging Vi chachu. You’ve had him long enough. It’s my turn now.”

Rahul smirked, leaning back on the couch and resting his arm around Virat’s shoulders. "Hogging? Kid, I’ve been waiting for this visit for weeks. Do you really think you can just waltz in and take my spot?" He shot his son a challenging look, raising his eyebrows. "I’ve known Vi bhaiya since forever. You think a few hugs are going to make him forget about me?"

The boy’s face scrunched up in indignation, and he moved closer to Virat, practically squeezing himself between his dad and his uncle. "But I’m his favorite now, Dad. Vi chachu said I’m his mini Rahuliya! That means I get to hug him first."

Rahul chuckled, his possessiveness flaring up in the most brotherly way possible. "Mini Rahuliya, huh? Well, guess what, kid? I’m the original Rahuliya, and I’m not giving up my spot so easily. You’ve got to earn that title."

The boy shot back immediately, "I already did! Vi chachu said so!"

Virat, caught between his nephew’s fierce determination and Rahul’s teasing challenge, finally couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. "Alright, alright," he said, patting the boy’s head affectionately. "You’re both my Rahuliyas. But..." he added with a playful grin, "Mini Rah does have a point. He’s been waiting all day to see me."

Rahul gasped in mock shock, turning toward Virat with wide eyes. "Bhaiya, I can’t believe you’re taking his side! After everything we’ve been through?"

Virat leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender, thoroughly enjoying the situation. "What can I say? The kid’s persistent."

Rahul’s son beamed triumphantly, his small arms wrapping tightly around Virat’s waist as he nestled closer, looking up at his dad with an impish grin. "Told you!"

Rahul, not one to give up easily, leaned forward, poking his son in the side. "Don’t get too comfortable, kiddo. You might be mini Rah, but I’m still the favorite."

Virat smiled, shaking his head at the two of them. "You both are, alright?" He hugged his nephew a little tighter, making the boy giggle, but his eyes drifted toward Rahul, noticing the subtle shift in his posture. Rahul was still playing along, but there was something a little more genuine behind his eyes—a flicker of that old jealousy that he’d never quite been able to shake.

The boy, completely unaware, continued basking in his victory, but Virat could see the way Rahul’s teasing had become just a little more subdued. "Alright, champ," he said softly to the boy, ruffling his hair. "Why don’t you go grab us some snacks? I’m starving, and your dad’s too lazy to move."

The boy hopped up immediately, thrilled to be given such an important task. "I’ll get the best snacks, Vi chachu! Don’t let Dad steal my spot while I’m gone!"

Virat laughed, waving him off. "Don’t worry, I’ll guard it with my life."

As soon as his son disappeared into the kitchen, Rahul leaned back on the couch with a half-hearted grin, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "So, you’re really taking his side, huh?"

Virat turned, resting a hand on Rahul’s shoulder, his voice softening. "Come on, Rah. You know that’s not true."

Rahul sighed, glancing away for a moment. "I know, I know... It’s just—" He paused, his voice dropping as he let out a small, vulnerable chuckle. "It’s stupid, I guess. He’s my son. I should be happy he’s close to you. But sometimes, I can’t help it, you know? I don’t want to lose my spot with you either."

Virat’s heart softened at Rahul’s words. He’d known his younger brother’s insecurities better than anyone, and though their bond was unbreakable, moments like this reminded him just how deep those feelings ran. "Rah," Virat said, shifting closer and draping an arm around Rahul’s shoulders, pulling him into a comforting side hug. "You’re never going to lose your spot. You’ll always be my little brother. No one could ever replace you—not him, not anyone."

Rahul let out a small, self-conscious laugh, leaning into the hug. "I guess I’m just overthinking it. He’s growing up so fast, and sometimes it feels like everything’s changing too quickly. Like I’m getting left behind."

"You’re not getting left behind," Virat assured him, his voice gentle. "You’re always going to be a part of my life. No matter how much things change, that stays the same. We’re family, Rah. That’s forever."

Rahul smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he rested his head on Virat’s shoulder for a moment. "Thanks, bhaiya. I needed that."

Virat tightened his hold on him, planting a quick kiss on top of Rahul’s head like he had done a million times before. "Anytime, kid. You’re stuck with me, remember?"

Just as the warmth of their brotherly moment settled in, they heard the familiar pitter-patter of small feet racing back into the room. "I got the snacks!" the boy exclaimed proudly, holding up a tray with an assortment of treats. "And Dad didn’t steal my spot, right?"

Virat grinned, looking between Rahul and his son. "Don’t worry, mini Rah. I kept it safe for you."

Rahul rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but the hint of sadness from earlier had faded, replaced by the familiar bond he and Virat shared. "Yeah, yeah, get in here, kid," he said, scooting over to make room as his son climbed onto the couch.

As the boy settled between them, sandwiching himself between his dad and Vi chachu, Rahul wrapped an arm around his son and Virat did the same. For a moment, everything felt perfect—just the three of them, locked in an unbreakable embrace.

And though the boy would always fight to be Vi chachu’s favorite, Rahul knew deep down that his bond with Virat was unshakable. They were brothers, through and through, and no matter how much their lives changed, that would never change.

"Alright," Virat said with a grin, looking between the two of them. "Now, can we all agree that I have enough love for both of you?"

Rahul smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. "Fine. But I’m still his favorite."

The boy pouted. "No way! Vi chachu loves me more!"

Virat laughed, pulling them both closer. "You two are impossible."

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