our brotherhood

sneak out

Sv was sitting on the  bed between his brothers who were sleeping peacefully

He slowly sneaked out and went into hall

He looked around and went into kitchen

Actually he wanted to eat ice cream and he already had but he wanted more which om refuses strictly as per doc's advice not to give him these things

Om even warned him not eat otherwise he will get punishment but still this little brat invite himself in trouble

In kitchen

As he opened it, a soft glow bathed his face, and there it was—his forbidden treasure.

“Yummy…” he whispered with delight, scooping a generous helping of vanilla ice cream into a bowl and plopping down on the kitchen floor like a child at a picnic.

He was halfway through his third bite when a voice thundered from the hallway.

“Shivaay!”

The spoon clattered from his hand.

Omkara stood there in his pajama bottoms, arms crossed, face pale with disbelief and fury.

“I–I was just tasting it…” Shivaay muttered, like a child caught red-handed.

“Put that down. Now.”

“But—just a little—”

Omkara didn’t speak. He walked over, took Shivaay’s hand gently but firmly, and led him back toward the bedroom. His grip was tight with worry, but not rough. Rudra peeked from his room, startled by the tense energy.

“Bhaiya?” he called out.

“I’ve got it, Rudra,” Omkara said, his voice low and serious.

Back in the room, Omkara closed the door firmly and turned to face Shivaay. His jaw was clenched, his heart torn between anger and overwhelming concern.

“You knew it wasn’t allowed, Shivaay,” he said, voice low and steady. “You knew what the doctor said. Why would you do this?”

Shivaay looked up at him, lip trembling, hands fidgeting in front of him. “I’m sorry… I just… I really wanted it.”

Omkara’s eyes were misty, but he didn’t waver. “This isn’t about ice cream anymore. It’s about trust. It’s about your safety. And I can’t keep watching you hurt yourself like this. I need you to learn.”

He gently but firmly took Shivaay by the wrist and guided him to the bed.

“No, O! Please! No spanky ,” Shivaay pleaded, panic in his voice.

“I have to,” Omkara replied, sadness heavy in his tone. “I asked you nicely. I warned you. This is the only way left. You need to understand how serious this is.”

He sat down, pulled Shivaay across his lap, and lowered his pajama bottoms. Shivaay let out a small sob, his body tense and trembling.

“Tonight, you’re going to count each one. So you remember why you never do this again.”

Shivaay shook his head, teary-eyed. “Please, Om… please don’t make me…”

“Start counting, Shivaay,” Omkara said softly but firmly.

Smack!

“One…” Shivaay whimpered.

Smack!

“T-Two…”

Smack!

“Three…”

The sound echoed with each swat, mixing with Shivaay’s sniffles and soft cries. Omkara’s heart ached with every strike, but he kept his voice calm and controlled.