The Story of Dhanvanthri

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Dhanvanthri's Return

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Dhanvanthri stared at the man sitting in front of him, beautiful blond hair and sharp blue eyes that resembled jewels. The very same man Dhanvanthri had the pleasure of seeing, once upon a time ago, with his robe splattered with blood as his mother's dead body cooled behind him.

It was his father.

Switching his attention away, Dhanvanthri fixed his gaze on the beautiful little girl with positively, sparkling blue eyes. She had a wide smile on her lips and her fingers were curled around the hem of her dress slightly. Her eyes flickered slightly but the smile remained wide and bright. This was his sister, Athanasia.

Dhanvanthri reached forward, making Athanasia flinch at the sudden close contact as he gripped her chin lightly. He tilted his head to look at her properly, despite them being twins, he was the taller of the two. But she was the meatier one, he was on the more skinny side. Was it due to the difference in their diets?

"Why are you smiling when you don't want to?" Dhanvanthri asked straightforwardly.

Athanasia widened her eyes in shock, but her fake smile had dropped. Satisfied, Dhanvanthri let go of her chin before turning to look at his father. The man was looking at them with furrowed brows and the slighted tilt of his lips downwards.

"So," Dhanvanthri dropped onto the sofa with his legs crossed and arms draped casually behind him. "Why have you decided to come for me after leaving me to the dogs, father?"

Athanasia looked slightly pale. Hm, Dhanvanthri wondered how she had lived so far. It seems that she hadn't been living in this place too badly, her complexion made her look healthy. Not to mention she didn't have a complete, adverse effect when being in the same room as their father. Did that psychopath have a change in heart and decide to dote on his sister or something?

"You're alive," His father commented bluntly, almost sounding as if it was a shocking fact.

Oh dear, was he disappointed? Pity, Dhanvanthri was delighted to disappoint the man who donated his sperm for his creation. Dhanvanthri tilted his head slightly, looking at the man. Truly, it was somewhat disconcerting on how similar he looked to his father. He could very well pass off as a clone except he did have a few different and distinct features to set them apart.

"I am," Dhanvanthri confirmed easily. "Surprised?"

"You seem to be doing well." His father continued talking.

Dhanvanthri hummed, "Well, I learned how to leash animals up, I suppose."

"How have you been, little sister?" Dhanvanthri turned to ask, not wishing to speak more with his father.

Civil or not, Dhanvanthri had no attachment on any level towards the man who had spared both him and his sister on a whim. His father could keel over and die this very second, and Dhanvanthri would contemplate on whether hosting a celebration would be considered too obvious on his distaste for the man or not.

Athanasia blinked and smiled, another faked one. "I've been well, brother!"

Dhanvanthri frowned, reaching out to touch her head. "Stop smiling if you don't want to."

Athanasia's smile softened slightly, "I'm happy you're back, brother."

"It doesn't feel weird to have a stranger come barging into your life all of a sudden?" Dhanvanthri questioned, taking his hand back from her hair. Odd, why is her hair ridiculously silky? The hair care routine must be incredibly tedious, something Dhanvanthri could never afford to be subjected to. He'd be bored of it incredibly quickly.