#Episode101
HM: make it 850 words, and aap merko ye subah training ke liye academy jaane se pehle submit karengi
KS: par
HM: 1000 words likhne ka mann hai kya?
KS: nahi nahi, 850 works, sorry
HM: and remember chhoti, you don't get to hide things from me, mai behen hu tumhari, badi behen, we don't hide things between sisters, no matter how bad or good it is
KS nodded with tearful eyes
KS: I'm sorry, mai ab nahi chupaungi, kuch gadhbadh hone se bhi khud aake bata dungi aapko
HM nodded
HM: hum dinner prepare karne jaa rahe hai, you hold the position until I ask you to rest
KS nodded
Seeing this, HM left from there
Time passed
KS glanced at the clock, it had been an hour since HM left her that way, knelt, her hands raised.
Every body part seemed sore, it ached, especially her hands and legs, HM didn't even come once to the room
KS (in mind to herself): bohot dukh raha hai, pata nahi kitni der aur aise rakhne ka irada hai Noor dii ka, vo toh aa bhi nahi rahi, hum thodi der haath niche kar le kya? Uhm... Nahi nahi Karishma, abhi dii ne itna samjhaya, hum unse chupke kuch nahi karenge... Humari hi galti thi, hume careful rehna chahiye tha, masti ki bhi limit hoti hai, thik toh keh rahi hai noor di, hum, hum punishment puri karenge, vo bhi honestly
KS bowed her head in guilt, she had realised her mistake. She also yelped slowly in pain at certain intervals.
After two long hours, Haseena finally showed up, with a plate full of food in her hands.
She kept the plate on the side table. She went to Karishma, asking her to relax. Karishma fell on the floor, lying there itself.
KS (groaned): aahh, humara per
Haseena went down and helped Karishma stand up, she held her from her waist, as Karishma leaned on Haseena's shoulder.
Haseena took her till the washroom gate
KS: hum ho aayenge khudse
HM: are you sure? Hum chalte hai na saath?
KS: Noor dii hum ho aayenge, pakka
HM nodded as KS left to freshen up
Haseena was clearly in guilt, she witnessed Karishma limping, in pain. But she also knew that this was necessary, Karishma couldn't play along with her health that way.
Soon the door knob of the washroom twisted, Haseena ran towards it and grabbed limping Karishma, who seemed better after freshening up. The dried tear marks had gone now.
HM led her towards the bed and helped her sit there. Once settled, she was quick to take out an antiseptic cream from the nearby drawer and she applied it on the visible red wounds
Karishma hissed slightly in pain, but she didn't stop Haseena, she couldn't, she knew that will only anger her more
Haseena then settled herself beside Karishma, taking the plate in her hand, she started feeding her little sister, morsel by morsel.
And Karishma, she didn't complain, the moment was something that she didn't even know, how much she wanted this.
Her sister could definitely make delicious food, but it turned ever more tasty when she fed it from her hands, it was like magic.
Something that Karishma couldn't explain the logic behind. Whatever it was, it was the best feeling. Such that, Karishma had temporarily forgotten all the beatings and scoldings she received recently.
Karishma then stopped Haseena in between
KS: Noor dii bass
HM: finish karna hai chhoti
KS nodded in disagreement with puppy eyes
HM: hum puch nahi rahe hai aapse, finish karna hai, ye bata rahe hai, chaliye muh kholiye
KS pouted
HM: chhoti, Noor dii ki good girl hai na aap?
KS nodded with tearful eyes. She herself didn't know why she became emotional but she just did
Meanwhile Haseena knew this would happen, she knows her sister. She's initially fine after a punishment but after some time, guilt pours into her, she gets back to the pain she endured during the punishment, and at that time, only Haseena's hugs and a little pampering helps
HM smiled inverdly as she recalled how elder Karishma still had the little Karishma in her
Haseena talked to her, sweetly and ensured that she finished her food.
HM: ab better hai aap?
KS nodded, she hugged HM and whispered a sorry and thank you
HM came out of the hug and glared at her
HM: thank you kis liye?
KS: uhm ok ok, no thank you, love you
Saying this KS hugged her again and HM chuckled at the innocence
After a little chit chat, Haseena got up
HM: jaaiye books nikaliye, hum ye rakh ke aa rahe hai
KS: abhiiii?? (She asked with wide eyes, this was definitely not expected, she didn't even have the energy to write anything, the 850 words' essay was still pending)
HM: jii
KS: par dii humse likha nahi jayega, bohot pain hai, abhi toh essay bhi likhna hai
HM: chinta mat kariye, hum likhwayenge nahi kuch bhi, sirf samjhayenge aaj, written work kalse karenge
KS: oh, toh ek hi baar mei kalse hi padhai start krte hai na?
HM glared at her slightly and said with a warning tone "chhoti, humne kya kaha?"
KS: laa rhe hai hai, laa rahe hai na, aise kyu ghur rhi ho, darr lagta hai
HM: aap sidhe se sunti hai baat?
KS: jaa toh rahe hai na Noor diii ahaaa
HM: jaldiii
KS rushed and came back after a few mins to find HM settled on the dinning table, already waiting for Karishma
Karishma joined her without any delay and the study session began.
It was a small one, that lasted only for an hour, with a few warnings and taplis during the session.
No major punishments as Karishma was comparatively attentive considering the session she'd already had a while ago
Haseena then, finally let her go early, considering the fact that she seemed exhausted
HM: aaj jaldi chodh rahe hai, kyuki abhi aapko essay bhi likhna hai, par roz aisa expect mat kariyega
KS nodded, "bach gaye", she thought to herself and left from there
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