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I got a peace offering. And Ice cream.
The message popped up again.
His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore.
Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge.
Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling.
Shall I leave?
Ansh did not respond.
Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts.
Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside.
Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him.
Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted.
Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath.
"You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears.
Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.
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"Bh...ai.." Avni whispered in a barely audible voice as Ekansh was holding her in his arms. His hands trembled as he saw her drowned in the pool of her own blood. "Avni, you will be okay bachha. Please don't close your eyes . Please beta , I know you are strong" Ekansh said to her gently as he put pressure on her wound to stop bleeding. Listening to him Avni gave him a faint smile as she whispered "d.. don't....wo..r...ry..bh..ai. I....i..... won't.....le..ave...you...all...th...this...soon. i ..s...still.....ha....have...to.....da...nce......in..... you....r..... wedding". She took a deep breath as she said this. Ekansh chuckled in tears listening to her" i know princess, won't let anything happen to you i promise" he said and kissed her forehead. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "B...bhai" as soon as these words left her mouth Ekansh's head snap towards her. His eyes were red with anger as he glanced at her." i am sorry bhai " her trembling voice reached his ears and his eyes softened a bit but then again turned into anger " SHUT UP! My daughter could have died because you. Do you realise that". He ran his hands over his face to calm down his anger and turned his face away from her and said " just don't, don't show me your face Avni". His words felt like daggers to her heart as a sob escaped her lips. She quickly wiped her tears and ran inside her room. ___________________________________________________ Let's dive into the story to know about the lives of the RATHORES.
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