His Childish Bride

63//💕A Big Decision

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Adwait strides toward the dining table, running his fingers through his slightly messy hair. The delicious aroma of freshly made parathas fills the air but his sharp gaze scans the table first. He pulls out a chair and sinks into it, stretching his arms before reaching for a glass of water.

"Where are Varu and Jivu?" He asks, his tone laced with curiosity.

"I am not sure, Beta. Kavyansh, Shivansh, Varenya and Jivika left in a hurry saying they had some important work to do." Aaradhya, serving a fresh batch of golden, crispy parathas glances at him with a small smile.

Adwait hums thoughtfully, not pressing further. But the question lingers in his mind. All four of them together? Important work? His instincts tell him there is more to it. So, he pulls out his phone and as he taps on the screen, he notices a new message from Shivansh showing a video which spikes his curiosity instantly. However, before playing it, his gaze flickers to Kiyansh who is happily munching on a bite-sized piece of paratha, swinging his legs under the table.

"Not here." Adwait thinks and tucks his phone back into his pocket, deciding to check later.

"Are you okay, Adi? You look a little tired." Meghna asks, concern lacing her voice.

"Maa, I am fine. But your dear grandson didn't let me sleep and he isn't the one to be blamed for it. It's Tweety who sent him to my room before sunrise." Adwait replies giving a glance at Kiyansh who giggles, stuffing another bite into his mouth. He doesn't even try to deny his uncle's words.

"I didn't do anything intentionally, Scooby-Doo. I just told him you brought him a gift from your business trip." Ritika replies shrugging her shoulders with an expression of innocent but the glint of mischief in her eyes is unmistakable. Before Adwait can respond, Kiyansh claps his tiny hands together.

"Mamu, my Gift?" Kiyansh says excitedly.

"Kiyansh, my dear nephew, you barged into my room before sunrise, jumped on my stomach like a wrestler and now you are asking about the gift?" Adwait asks narrowing his eyes playfully.

"Yes." Kiyansh grins brightly, his innocent eyes shining.

Ritika bursts out laughing, her shoulders shaking. Meghna shakes her head with a fond smile while Aaradhya hides his amusement behind a sip of water.

"I swear Tweety, one day I will get my revenge." Adwait says, pointing his spoon at Ritika.

"I look forward to it, Scooby-Doo." Ritika replies with a smirk on her face.

Just then, Raghuvendra, who has been silently enjoying his meal and the banter gently clears his throat. His warm, steady voice brings a comforting calm to the table.

"Stop talking and finish your breakfast. Kul Purohit Ji will be arriving soon." Raghuvendra says, his tone carrying a gentle authority rather than a strict command.

The light chatter settles as everyone focuses on eating. Ritika still sneaks in teasing glances at Adwait while making funny faces, while Kiyansh continues munching happily. Meanwhile, Adwait shakes his head as he takes another bite.

On the other hand, Varenya and Jivika have taken a much-needed shower washing away the blood that stains their skin. They can't return to the palace looking like they just walked out of a battlefield. Even Kavyansh has freshened up, wiping off the remnants of the earlier brutality. But Shivansh, he is not done yet.

Inside the dimly lit chamber, the last surviving man writhes in agony, his screams bouncing off the walls. Shivansh watches him coldly, his blade dripping with fresh blood. There is no mercy in his eyes, no hesitation in his movements and then, with one final strike of the knife in the throat, the room falls silent.