Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need...
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"Bhai I can't do this anymore," Kesh spoke, huffing in exhaustion. He was running on the treadmill in our house gym, and he would make any excuse to avoid coming here. But for me, this was my second room. If I'm not in the ring, I'm here.
I was doing bench presses and listening to his rants on the side.
"This is torture bhai."
"It's only been ten minutes Kesh bhaiya," Kavya's voice came. She was exercising on the pull-down machine. She was always more determined one in the gym than Keshav.
I kept myself busy doing my exercise and ignored his rant. I was looking up at the ceiling while doing it.
Our house gym had glass windows on all four sides instead of walls, making it an airy space to workout in. As I was bringing the barbell down, a face appeared in front of my eyes instead of the ceiling, making me started. It made me lose my grip on the bar and it skid sideways.
She instantly brought her hand underneath the bar, helping me to bring the barbell up and place it down into the holders. I sat up quickly on the seat, frowning at her sudden appearance.
"If you can't lift that much weight then why even bother?" She tightened her pony by pulling it with both hands. She was wearing a pair of black tights and a black sports jacket that was hugging her curves completely, along with a white pair of runner shoes.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I called her bhaiya." Kavya walked near us. "Yahvi was telling me how she goes to the gym every morning and she was going to the one near her house, so I told her to come here instead. I thought it would be more fun to workout with her."
Great. She will also ruin my gym sessions now.
Disregarding her presence, I went towards the red punching bag that was hanging from the ceiling. My hands already had the white hand wraps around them. I landed a robust punch on it, causing it to swing back. As it swung forward in my direction, I struck it again and it went further back.
I kept knocking the bag one after the other maintaining my focus when it got disrupted by her figure standing next to the dumbbell rack. She had removed her jacket off and was in a grey sports bra now, revealing her curves and toned body.
I watched her pick two dumbbells in each hand. In the meantime, the punching bag came back, and I landed another punch that was softer than the previous ones.
Holding the dumbbells above her shoulders, she began doing squats. As I got busy watching her, I didn't notice when the punching bag returned and knocked me in the face, making me realise what I was actually doing.
Fuck this.
It enraged me more so gathering back my focus, I kept landing punches on the bag, one after the other. Once I was satiated, I held the swinging bag to stop it from moving anymore while panting.
