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Sohan's POV
Black. Endless seas of the colour black. I don't understand why people always associate black with bad things? Like it's not my fault that some cheap wannabe decided to wear black to become somebody important even if he is a scaredy cat. Outer appearance will never change the inner personality. You'll always remain what you are. And believe me it's as simple as it sounds yet somehow most of the people make mistakes of playing with fire and get burned in it. They simply act on their instincts or even worse is when they trust their intrusive thoughts. What kind of a sane person will ever do anything without even thinking once?
"What are you thinking about so lost in your own thoughts , son?" my father enquired which snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing just wondering what kind of people are those who act of instincts and think later without even analysing the situation properly." i said taking a bite of my breakfast.
"The kind of people who are in love." said my sister.
"Bhai, Are you in love??" my filmy brother retorted.
My mother scoffs and says "Your brother. In love. Ha. You know that's the kind of thing i would pay to watch. I am so tired of finding a wife for your brother " she turns to my father and says "but your stupid son keeps putting marriage off like it'll kill him. "
"That's true , son. I also want to live long enough to see you get married and start a family." my father remarked.
Deep breaths. One. Two. Three. See this is why i talk less.
"First of all , Rasha , I'm not talking about love and Avyaan I'm NOT in love with someone." i say this to both of my younger siblings who somehow are the only people who i hate and love the most in the world. Avyaan is 4 years younger than me and Rasha is 7 years younger than me. Then I turn to my parents and say-- "Second of all , mom , stop this matchmaking or else you'll seriously leave shaadi.com behind and dad stop doing this emotional blackmailing. You have been doing this for years."
"And yet we don't have someone whom we could call 'bhabhi'. " Avyaan says dramatically.
Always the drama queen.
"Yeh ladka hai allah hai hai re allah." Rasha sings.
And his die-hard , sincere and most probably his only disciple.
Ugh.
Always the same.
"I just want one quiet breakfast." i say.
"Not gonna happen in this lifetime , bhai." Rasha adds giggling.
"That's unfortune , isn't it , bhai?" Avyaan adds intentionally.
"Do you have a death wish , Avyaan." I say irritated.
"Nope. Don't wanna die young. I'm too handsome and my face is too pretty and---"
"Avyaan." i warn. "If you don't shut up now , i will punch your pretty face."
"Grumpy ass." Rasha and Avyaan say in unison.
Seriously I'm SO done with them.
The rest of the breakfast goes over smoothly without my participation in conversations. I finish it off and bid goodbye to my family and head for my office.
My chauffer opens up the car door and asks "Shall we , sir?"
"Absolutely." i say and get into the car to deal with today's shit.
