𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"20. Celebrating their Princess"

"Inna gehra hai ehna akhaan da rang
Ki aude vich doob jaanda haan
Inni masoom ne isdi gallan
Ki aude vich kho jaanda haan"

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(Rudraksh)

After nearly three hours, Kartavya and Ashvik returned from their shopping trip, their arms laden with bags. As they stepped into the house, they noticed a transformation already underway in the living room. Amandeep and Rishwik were busy setting up decorations, each focused on their tasks. Rishwik was standing on a stool, carefully adjusting the curtains to ensure they hung just right. The soft fabric draped elegantly, adding a cozy feel to the room. Across from him, Amandeep was meticulously hanging fairy lights, the soft glow of the tiny bulbs starting to twinkle as they illuminated the space.

Ashvik: "Mere na hote huye bhi achcha kaam kiya hai dono ne"
(Even without me being here, both of them did a good job.)

Rishwik and Amandeep both rolled their eyes in unison at the self-obsessed man Ashvik. Kartavya, observing the exchange, couldn’t help but chuckle at the playful dynamic between them.

Kartavya: "Rudraksh kaha hai??"
(Where’s Rudraksh?)

Rishwik: "2 ghante se kitchen me hai, na khud bahar aa rahe hai na kisi ko andar aane de rahe hai."
(He’s been in the kitchen for the past two hours. He won’t come out, and he’s not letting anyone in either.)

Kartavya: "Achcha, ruk main dekhta hu."
(Oh really? Wait, I’ll check on him.)

Rishwik nodded, and Kartavya made his way toward the kitchen. As he reached the door, he paused and smiled softly at the sight that greeted him—Rudraksh, wearing an apron, was focused on preparing a batter. His movements were calm and precise, as if this wasn’t something new to him. Kartavya stepped inside, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile.

Kartavya: "Itne saalon baad, phir se bake kar raha hai, so I think I know your decision, am I correct??"
(After all these years, you're baking again, so I think I know your decision. Am I right?)

Rudraksh simply smiled, as he continued to mix the batter with steady hands. Kartavya, sensing the calmness in the room, walked over and placed a reassuring hand on Rudraksh's shoulder, a silent gesture of camaraderie.

Kartavya: "Good Decision, finally apne baare me socha toh tune."
(Good decision! You’ve finally thought about yourself.)

Rudraksh set the whisk down gently on the counter and turned fully toward Kartavya, his expression soft but grateful.

Rudraksh: "Sorry Bhai"

Kartavya: "Kis liye??"
(What for?)

Rudraksh: "Vo us waqt gusse me tension me aapse uchi awaaz me baat ki aur batameezi bhi ki, nahi karna chahiye tha mujhe vaisa."
(That time, I spoke to you rudely and disrespectfully out of anger and stress. I shouldn’t have done that.)

Kartavya: "Chup oye pagal! Vadde veer to vi koi maafi mangda? Aur main ki tenu nahi samajhda?"
(Shut up, you fool! Do you ever need to ask for an apology from elder brother? And do you think I don’t understand you?)

Rudraksh: "Thank you Mennu samajhan layi vi te mennu samjhan layi vi!"
(Thank you for understanding me, and for making me understand too!)

Rudraksh and Kartavya exchanged a brief look before stepping forward and embracing each other in a warm, brotherly hug. It was a gesture filled with mutual respect and a deep bond that words couldn’t fully capture. After a few moments, they pulled back, both smiling softly.