Dwarpar Yug: The Chronicles of the Cursed One

Chapter Seven

Meanwhile, in the servants' quarters...

The moment Bhavya and Vishwas burst in, half the servants jumped in fright, dropping whatever they were holding. A few gasped, some yelped, and one poor man accidentally knocked over a tray of utensils.

A head maid, gripping her chest, stammered, "M-my Lords?! Aap yahan—"

"Doodh!" Vishwas shouted before she could finish.

The entire room froze.

Bhavya, panting slightly, clarified through gritted teeth, "Ek dum garam nahi, na zyada thanda. Bacchon ke liye perfect ho."

A younger servant, probably around Vishwas's age, blinked in confusion. "Bacchon ka doodh? Par mahal mein—"

Samaya wasn't there to hold back his youngest brother, so Vishwas blurted out, "Arre, baccha hai na humare paas."

Pin-drop silence.

The head maid stared at him. "...Aapke paas baccha hai?"

Vishwas, still oblivious, nodded. "Haan, ekdam chhota, gol-matol, naram."

More silence.

Then, a middle-aged servant let out a horrified gasp. "...Maharaj! Aapne baccha chori kiya hai?!"

Bhavya, looking deeply exhausted, muttered, "Yeh Vishwas mujhse bohot peetega."

Before anyone could say another word, Bhavya swiftly grabbed the milk bottle from a maid who bought it, grabbed Vishwas by his ear, and stormed out of the servants' quarters, dragging him along.

Vishwas yelped in protest. "Arre! Mere kaan! Bhaiya!"

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Back in Bhavya's chambers...

When Bhavya and Vishwas returned, they found Samaya sitting on the bed, holding the baby girl securely in his arms, gently rocking her trying to calm her.

The two brothers stopped in their tracks.

Samaya, completely unaware, was now cradling the baby like a father, his movements careful and soothing.

Bhavya and Vishwas exchanged looks.

Vishwas, still rubbing his ear, whispered, "Toh Samaya baap banne ki practice shuru kar chuka hai."

Samaya, realizing their stares, snapped, "Ek shabd bhi bola na, Vishwas, toh tujhe is room se fekh dunga." making him pout his lips at the unfair treatment,

Bhavya simply smiled because no matter how much they argued, Samaya was already attached.

The baby girl's cries softened as soon as Bhavya handed the warm milk to Samaya. Her tiny hands flailed, searching for comfort, her big eyes blinking up at him.

Samaya, still a little awkward but determined, shifted her in his arms before gently pressing the tip of the bottle to her lips.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then, the little girl latched on, drinking hungrily.

Samaya let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Finally," he muttered, glancing at Bhavya. "Pata hai, mujhe laga yeh mujhe reject kar degi."

Bhavya chuckled, his earlier exhaustion replaced with relief. "Tumhe nahi, bas tumhari lack of experience ko reject karti."

Vishwas, who had sprawled across the bed, sat up and smirked. "Dekh rahe ho? Samaya ka ek aur naya experience. Pehli baar bacche ko sambhalna."