Bloodied Guns Ardent Kisses

Chapter Six - Injured Kid

                                                    Rudra's POV

I sighed as I walked around the house in an orange apron, cooking for my midnight cravings. Krutika and Ansh weren't home, Krutika was at a group sleepover at one of his friends house and Ansh was at work, he wouldn't be coming home tonight, that professor really seemed to be torturing him, huh? While passing by a mirror I looked at my reflection. A smile appeared on my face. Krutika had always told me I looked very comical in an apron. I'm a fairly tall guy and pretty buff and muscular and I wear my favourite orange apron with cute little oranges around the apron, I look...well, according to her, adorable.

( Author - You!? Tall!? BAHAHA, you are a smol baby.
Rudra - You do realise that I can fold your 5'5 ass with my pinky finger, right?
Author - *nervous sweating*
Bestie - Washed, dried and folded like a piece of cloth.)

My phone rang and Krutika's name flashed on it. I picked up the call with a smile. "Yes, Angel?" I asked as Krutika gave me a cheerful greeting. "BHAIIIIIIIII, I  NEED YOUR HELP!" How cheerful... "Yes, Princess, what do you need?" I asked. "Uhhhhh, don't ask me any questions about it but, metal rods, a few knives, masks that hide our faces, and a few ropes." She said. I stared at my phone silently and then put it back on my ear. "Are you planning a kidnapping?" I asked. "Nah, a robbery." She replied and I couldn't tell if she was joking. Before I could ask her anything else further she said " Don't ask me what or how, I'm just a girl. Now bring me those, please."

"But wha-" She cut my sentence and said in a sassy tone "Isn't it better that you don't know what me and my friends are doing at eleven thirty fucking p.m?" I blinked for a few moments and then replied "Fair enough. When do you need it by? Where should I drop it?" I asked. She started rambling about how one of her friends is nearby a few blocks away and I would have to hand it over to him. "Him? Is he...a boy?" I asked, skeptically.

"Yes, he is a boy. Yes, we've been friends for a long time. Yes, he is trustworthy. No, he isn't my boyfriend. Yes, I have tied rakhi to his wrist. NOW PLEASE JUST DELIVER THOSE." My reply was drowned by my soft chuckle. "Alright, Alright. I'll deliver it right now princess. Okay, love you. Bye." I cut the call and smiled at my phone. I turned off the stove, changed my house clothes into another pair. A black button up shirt tucked into black pants, a long brown coat that reached my ankles that Krutika bought me for my last birthday.

I locked the house behind me. Well, it was kind of a good thing that Krutika asked me to bring things to her friend, I wanted to go on a walk anyway but didn't want to lock the house. "Now where am I supposed to find these things?" I mumbled to myself, walking peacefully in the mild cold breeze. I slightly shivered.

A smile appeared on my face. Ansh loved taking walks like these and he still does...I hope. Back when he was in highschool, he would often come home, covered in bruises. That kid has a knack for getting into fights and troubles. He would come home all bruised and pissed and would lock himself in his room for hours on end. Yeah, he was that kind of kid. A delinquent, always getting in trouble and I would be called to school every week for something he did like it was routine.

I would have the worst time trying to get him to open up to me. Then, one day, I decided to take him on a walk and I don't know what miracle happened, he opened up like he never did. For the first and the last time, he cried in my arms that night. After that, we took numerous walks with each other and even Krutika at night. We mostly went to eat ice cream on that gremlin's request. Then.... Ansh grew up...got busy in his own life...and eventually stopped spending as much time with me.

Our friends and family always think that I love Krutika way more than Ansh, but the both of us know differently. He is my baby brother after all. I love him to the sun and back. The reason that I don't show him affection so openly like I do to Krutika is because unlike Krutika, Ansh doesn't like affection that openly. He neither receives affection openly nor gives affection openly but that doesn't mean he can't love. If he doesn't like PDA, then I obviously wasn't going to force that on him, but if Krutika likes that, I'll give her as much affection as she wishes.