Beintehaan (Completed)

11.KRISH!!

Shivaay stormed in. His body trembling with rage. How could she??! Just HOW could she end up opening that door!!  The image of his father hunched on the floor, flickered in his mind.

Clenching his teeth. He grabbed the nearest file, and flipped through it roughly, almost ripping out the pages.

The words were a blur as he tore through it, without actually looking at it. He sat down on the edge of his bed. His hands trembled, trying to contain himself.

The door of his room creaked open. And two pair of footsteps walked in. Shivay didn’t have to turn back to see who it was. Seconds later he felt an arm around him.

Omkara patted him gently. Shivaay sat reluctantly still, fighting the urge to shake him off. Rudra plopped down on his other side, and quietly took away the file, saving it from his death grip. He replaced it with a glass of water.

The three brothers sat there in silence. No one said anything. They didn’t have to. Sometimes presence matters more than speech.

And they were more than content in each other’s presence. Sitting between them, Shivay’s anger simmered. His hands stopped trembling, and his breathing came back to normal.

No one tracked of how long they sat. Om was the first to unfreeze. He sighed and giving Shivaay one last pat. He stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You should get some sleep” he said, his voice quiet. As if on cue Rudra got up giving him a tight smile.

“I will” Shivay mumbled. He reached out for his phone which was annoyingly plucked out of his hand. He glared at Om.

“No. To bed. Now!” Om ordered, downplaying Shivay’s glare.

“Bhai just go to sleep. You know you need to sleep” Rudra said pointedly.
Shivay’s face softened. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Om placed his phone into his pocket.

“You will get it back in the morning” Om said before Shivay could protest.
Knowing they weren’t going to back down. Shivay kicked off his shoes and let his head hit the pillow softly.
Grumbling under his breath the entire time.

Chuckling, Om and Rudra quietly made their way out of the room. Just as they were about to leave. Om poked his head back in. “ its not Anika’s fault you know..”

“ Good night Om” came a curt answer. Sighing Om slipped out of the room, switching off the lights.

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“Yes sir it will be done sir” Omkara said walking towards, the studio, the next morning. His phone pressed to his ear as he neared his studio.

“ You remember that I wanted a unique piece right Mr. Omkara?” the man on the other end reminded him.

Omkara nodded “Of course sir, don’t you worry about it. You will receive you painting on time and lov-“ Loud  horrendous music, cut him abruptly as he entered his studio. It was the same monstrous speaker belonging to that same arrogant girl.

“Hello?!” Om half yelled pressing a finger into his vacant ear, trying to talk over the music. It was useless, he couldn’t hear a word.

Without giving another thought he stalked angrily towards the girl
“Could you lower the volume please!!” he barked, his mood turning sour already.

The girl looked at him for a second before turning around and switching it off. The studio was once again plunged into its former silence.

Surprised Om, turned away to finish his talk with his client. He hadn’t expected her to listen to him so easily.
A few minutes later, finishing his call he set to work in setting his art materials up. The deadline was approaching and a he had barely started his painting. He had to finish it before the due date.