This story is about two brothers whose names are Vivek and prince and their brotherhood, As we know Just because their parents lives in different state because of their Father's police duty, Vivek raised his brother, sometimes as a strict elder brot...
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GOD.... THE WAY I AM LAUGHING...
(Prince danced around Vivek, unable to stop grinning as he waved the phone in front of him.)
Prince: He he he he... Bhai... sooo... kaisa laga result? 😏
(Without waiting for an answer, he dramatically dropped onto the couch. One leg rested on the armrest, one hand on his waist, while the other stroked an imaginary mustache he didn't even have.)
Prince: And... the winner is... 🥁
Prince: Me! 🕺✨
(Vivek looked at the poll again and sighed heavily.)
Vivek: 🙄 Why am I feeling betrayed? Just nineteen people voted for me out of fifty.
(He shook his head in disbelief.)
Vivek: This is officially the lowest score I've ever received.
(Prince burst out laughing and rolled across the couch like he'd just won an international award.)
Prince: I just love my thirty people! My gang! My loyal supporters!
(He jumped to his feet and pointed at himself dramatically.)
Prince: The Prince Army strikes again! Yeeeehooooo! 😆😆
(Uncle glanced at the poll and looked personally offended.)
Uncle: Why did this author even put me in the poll?
(He placed a hand over his heart.)
Uncle: I'm heartbroken. Pooja: 🤷♀️ Exactly.
(She stared at the screen in disbelief.)
Pooja: I'm feeling like crying too. Zero percent? Seriously?
(Arya looked at her own result and pressed a hand to her chest.)
Arya: I just want to hug that one person who voted for me. 🥺
Arya: Whoever you are... you're a queen.
(Vivek stood up and folded his arms.)
Vivek: That's it.
Vivek: I am no longer participating in these poll games.
(He looked directly at the Author.)
Vivek: I hope that is clear, Miss Author. 😠
Author: 😯...🤭 Yeah, yeah... as you say.
Prince: No, no, no! Make more polls!
(He pointed at the results with another proud grin.)
Prince: I love winning.
(Then he looked at Vivek and smirked.)
Prince: At least somewhere I'm ahead of Bhai. 😬
Author: Umm...
(Slowly backing away.)
Author: I suddenly have somewhere to be.
Uncle & Pooja: TAKE US WITH YOU!
(Both rushed toward the Author dramatically.)
Uncle: We cannot survive in this cruel world anymore. 🤧
Pooja: There is no respect for us here! 😭
(Meanwhile Prince was still celebrating in the background while Vivek seriously considered banning all future polls forever.)
