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Azlan frowned in his sleep when he felt something wet drop on his arm. He slowly opened his eyes and suppressed a wince at the pinching sensation in his right arm.He blinked his eyes to clear his vision. He could hear someone crying and mumbling something, but the medication was heavy, making him feel drowsy
He shook his head slightly to clear the haze, and once he felt better, he glanced at his arm. A frown crossed his face when he noticed Arhaan sitting on the stool with his head resting on Azlan's arm, facing the other, such that he could not see Azlan's face or upper body... constantly pinching his skin in between his fingers, crying while mumbling
"Gande bhaiya... Badtameez kahi ke... Sabse mil liya... Sabko hug kiya... Sabko pyaar kiya... Aur ab mere se nai mil rai... Kabse so rai hein... Itna dara diya mujhay aur ab baat bhi nai kar rai... Ahad bhai se... Se bolun ga apko boht sare injection lagai... Itne sare ke apki bum hi phat jai... Gande bhaiya... Gande... Gande... Gande..." he cried taking his frustration out by pinching Azlan
Holding back a chuckle "Aru" he called out... As his voice fell
In Arhaan's ear, he froze before hastily turning his head toward Azlan...Azlan smiled at his flushed face. "Bhaiya!" he wailed, forgetting all his earlier complaints as he jumped into Azlan's embrace, being mindful of his injury
Azlan stroked his hair with his right hand trying to soothe the wailing kid "Shh!... Bas bachaa relax" he kept mumbling soft 'nothings'
After a few minutes of crying his heart out Arhaan sat up straight "Ap kese hein bhaiya" Tears rolled down his cheeks as he hiccuped.... "Mein bilkul theek hun meri jaan ap kyu ro rai ho guddu... I'm sorry apko itna dara diyaa please aise ro nai ap tabyeet kharab ho jai gi na apki" He explained softly
Arhaan nodded wiping his tears with both his hands... "Aru apko lagi to nai thi na bachaa?" Azlan asked and the latter shook his head "Nai lagi bhaiya" He sighed in relief that his brother was okay
Arhaan saw him glancing at the wall and decided to ease the tension in the air "Par us din wale injection ka abhi bhi dard hora ha bhaiya" he whined glaring at him who smiled "Acha? Chalo koi nai na ab to roles which ho gai, ab ap beth kar enjoy karna jab bhaiya ko injection lage ge" he teased
With a pout, Arhaan shook his head "Nai mein nai lagane dun ga kisi ko bhi apko injection ap mere bhaiya ho" he uttered protectively, and held his right hand which had an IV attached to it
Azlan looked at him amused "Acha ji? Abhi thori deir pehle kon keh raha tha ke ahad bhai se keh ke itna injection lagwao ga ke meri bum phat jai, han?" he raised an eyebrow making Arhaan smile sheepishly
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