Chapter 2
It was a bright little Saturday, and Arnav groggily opened his eyes when he felt something heavy on his waist...no,no it was almost strangling him and--
"HEY!!!!! GET THE HELL UP!!!" Arnav bellowed.
Aakash's eyes snapped open then he screamed... well he shrieked, like a little girl.
"I mean URRGGGHH!" he cleared his throat and tried to scream in a manly tone.
"What the hell are you doing in MY room and in MY bed?" said his elder cousin glowering dangerously.
"I came to drop Aarav, didn't Di tell you that you would be baby sitting him this weekend?"
"That's fine. But why didn't you go back?"
"Well your bed looked quite inviting with those extra comfy quilts--"
"Cut the crap.Where's my nephew?"
Suddenly there was a loud crash which straight seemed to come from the hall.
"Oh no! Looks like you have to say goodbye to your favorite vase" Aakash said
"I have already said that to 2 of them before. Now let's stop him before he breaks something else" Arnav said almost rushing, no-- tripping to the hall, his tracks dangling dangerously on his waist.
"Hey, maamu I'm hungry" Aarav said looking innocently at the ceramic pieces that once used to be a vase "And you'd better feed me something good or I'm telling mom that you're mistreating me!"
"Since when did you learn to blackmail people?" Arnav asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"Since I realized how it benefits me" Aarav answered back.
"Okay! I will try to make omelettes for the two of us while you try not to break anything" Arnav patted his head
"Aw, Arnav how cute, you look and sound like a daddy! I'm sure you will spoil your son rotten if you have one" Akash chuckled.
"Shut the hell up!"
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A few hours later...
"Arnav, will you be mad if I told you I spilled coffee on your bedsheets?" A voice came from the bedroom
Arnav, who was trying to flip the poor excuse of an omellete nearly flipped over.
"YES! Why? What have you done now?" he screamed angrily. Why do I have to get such an idiot as my cousin?
Well, then umm, NEVER MIND!" Aakash answered trying (and failing) to sound guiltless.
"Is this your new idea of coffee art?!" Arnav asked leaning on the door frame looking exasperated at the various swirly patterns made on his pristine white bedsheet.
"Umm, the cup jumped from my hand I swear!" Akash said holding up both hands.
Arnav felt a headache coming soon.
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Khushi was getting impatient...she has been ringing him since five minutes and no one seemed to answer it, suddenly someone picked up---
"Thank god somebody answered and I thought I would be standing here all the day. Now open the door..Fast!"
"What the f---"
"I don't have time to listen to your list of expletives. Save it for someone else. I'm standing outside your door since the last 15 minutes"
Oh shit! He forgot that he had called Khushi in his home to finalize the slides which they would be using for the presentation the coming Monday. He looked at the condition of his home...and couldn't call it pretty good.
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Half an hour earlier...
"I want more fries and it better be good!" Aarav demanded.
"Okay!" Arnav said as he struggled to fry the potato pieces which had assumed various shapes.
"I can cook much better than you. Hey this fry resembles your head" Aarav pointed out.
"Sure it does" Arnav said sarcastically.
"See, you too agree that. Now let me teach you how to.." and jumped from his chair. "Hey, the room is flooding.." he said flatly.
"It is not" Arnav said but then he remembered his stupid, idiotic cousin who was supposedly washing his bedsheet in the machine " Uh oh"
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Arnav had no choice but to open the door, and peek his head out and took in the sight before him. Khushi was standing outside looking weirdly at him.
I'm totally screwed. He thought inwardly.
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