A Sew Through Time [Bandbudh And Budbak]

6: There you are!

The toddler jumped, pranced, skidded, and ran around the courtyard while flapping the diary like a fan, jutting forward her plastic sword towards anyone who dare threaten her. One macabre remix of 'Dhoom Machale' played when she turned it on, casting a pink glow over her chubby cheeks. Noticing the iron swing, she crawled behind it and sat in the dark silently.

An angry hand blasted in front of her face.

"Hey kid!" Karan demanded, "Give that to me right now!"

She flapped the diary excitedly. Loose pages fall out.

"Why did you do-! Hey, look, shhh, look at me" he knelt down with clasped hands and fake tears, "Do you love seeing this handsome man being sad 'cause of your antics? Huh? Do you want me to cry?"

Using her light sabre, she stuck it into his hair and twisted it around.

"Oh no-" he held her little red wrist, "Not there, not there, NOT THERE!"

"Looks like Khushi likes you!" Budh lauded from the distance, enjoying her antics.

She grinned and put the toy over his hair, before Karan could even realize it got attached to his head. Once she escaped, he grew busy getting rid of it, only to struggle and shriek with anger.

"Is that a new hairstyle from your five star salon, Karan?" Badri laughed, watching the tiny Khushi scurry away.

"LUK JA THAITAAN KI AULAD!" Jeeva chased her, running faster then turning across her direction.

She bumped into him and tripped backwards.

"I come in peace, you know peace?" He raised his hands, "Thanti?"

She snorted.

"I know you're better than Badbu, I know you're a good girl" and saying so, he slowly knelt down and drew his hand forward to tug the diary off, "Itna zidd nahi kalte!"

But she bounced back and hit his face with the diary so hard you could had noticed a couple of vowels escape in the air.

Jeeva dwindled and rubbed his face, sobbing, "Even Dubey sir never hit me like that..."

"That's because he didn't have such a thick diary" Budh loved this particular scene.

"Why the hell aren't you guys doing anything?!" Saira shouted.

"Why don't you try to catch her?" Badri smirked.

The toddler climbed over Jeeva's belly and leaned over his face, making him pray for any god watching his misery from above. Where Karan was already suffering a breakdown for his hair, Saira and Myra agreed to approach her next.

"Let's see how bhabiji and my bhai tackle her" Badri elbowed Budh, making him scorn at him.

Tiptoeing closer to the toddler stealthily, Myra removed her pink plastic ring off her finger and clicked its shiny enamel with her nail.

The sound made Khushi turn and look up with round, gleaming eyes.

"Look baby! Look what I got for you!"

She tried to grab it. It bounced up. But when she tucked back her hand, it drifted down again.

This ring was pranking her.

"You want this na?" Myra gleamed, "You wanna wear this on your finger na?"

"HAAAAA!!" She jumped over Jeeva's chest but failed to catch it, "DEY!"

"Umm, if you give me your diary, I'll give this to you"

"NUUUUU!!" she stomped her tiny feet which squeaked louder, "DEY!"