Rajas : Passion Unveiled

Chapter 88

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"I tried remembering but no. I cannot recall. I swear Ayansh, I have seen that man for the first time. Trust me I would know if he was some relative or a family friend", I say as I paint a butterfly on the little girl's hand. The child runs away excitedly showing off her hand to her friends. Ayansh passes another brush to me as we sit under a tree, surrounded by the kids of Maitri who are eager to get a picture of their choice painted on their hands.

"Bhaiya jaldi!! ", the little boy speaks excitedly, making Ayansh chuckle as he scrolls through his phone. "Ha baba ek minute ", he ruffles the boy's hair makine me smile. I watch intrigued as Ayansh turns the screen to the boy whose eyes light up at the image displayed. "Yes! Yes! This one! Didi this one!!", he shows me the phone. "Ok ok, she will do it, now sit still", Ayansh scolds playfully and the boy grins sheepishly. 

Painting the image of spiderman on his small hand turns out to be an extremely difficult task. I can vaguely hear Ayansh talking to the boy, whose name is Rishi. "Wow", the boy exclaims as I finish drawing the face. "See bhaiya, didi is an artist", the boy exclaims with wide eyes and I chuckle. Not at his gleeful amazement but at Ayansh cursing under his breath for the hundredth time since this morning. 

"Rishi, what do you call me?", he asks calmly and the boy oblivious to Ayansh's growing frustration answers with a wide smile, "Bhaiya". Ayansh tries to smile. Tries. "Exactly. And she is my wife. So she is not didi. Call her bhabhi okay?", he says slowly trying to get him to understand. "No! She is didi!", the boy pouts. I snicker at his failed attempt as he goes on to urge the child to call him jiju then.

"Thank you didi!", the boy runs away and I chuckle as Ayansh grumbles under his breath. "They are kids, Ayansh", I say with a smile and he just sighs heavily. I turn to the girl who asks me to paint a flower on her hand. "It's like the gods are against me. This is the universe's biggest fuck you, making those kids call you didi and me bhaiya", he mutters. 

"It doesn't matter what they say, Ansh. I am your wife", I say as I show the girl the flower I painted. "Can you draw leaves too? Two leaves. Please?", she asks sweetly. "Of course", I smile at her. I dip the brush in the green paint as I see her turn to Ayansh. "Bhaiya?", I choke on my laugh. "Yes baccha?", Ayansh tries to ignore his frustration. "What does fuck mean?", the brush falls from my hand. I try to cover my snort with a cough as I turn to Ayansh whose face has lost its colour.

"Yes, bhaiya ?", I say innocently. "What does it mean?", I press my lips to hide my smile. He glares at me. "It means nothing. Did I say that? Sorry baccha I mispronounced. There is no such word. Okay? Bhaiya is sorry", he says sweetly to her patting her head. She nods obediently then leaves.