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The tension in the air was thick as Aadish and his father descended the stairs, their movements steady yet heavy with an unspoken weight. Revti was nearby, preoccupied with tending to her three sons, who were locked in some trivial argument. Aadish's father, Ansh, moved with precision, ignoring the chaos around him as he walked toward a side cabinet. His fingers moved deftly, opening the drawer to reveal a battered first-aid kitâsomething he had used countless times before.
Without a word, Ansh began cleaning Aadish's wound, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling the air. The injury was raw, angry, and needed immediate attention, especially with the risk of infection. Yet, his father's hands remained calm, steady as ever, as if bullet wounds were just another inconvenience to be dealt with. Once the task was complete, Ansh settled into the head sofa, its regal presence adding to the authority he naturally exuded, as if even the furniture bowed to his command.
But Aadishâs mind wasn't on his wound anymore. His eyes drifted to his brothers, who stood awkwardly before him. Their legs bent at strange angles, hands gripping their ankles, and expressions so ridiculous that Aadish couldn't help but be thrown off guard.
His brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are these monkey-like faces holding their legs?" he thought to himself, utterly perplexed by the bizarre scene unfolding before him.
Avantika was still unconscious while Aadish and his father were coming downstairs where their mother revti and his three brothers were battering.
His motherâs gaze flickered toward him, unimpressed, her eyes sharp beneath her calm demeanor. There was no warmth or concern in the look she gave Aadishâjust a silent command. Her fingers moved subtly, a single gesture that called him forward without a word. It was an unspoken language she had perfected, one that left no room for questioning. Aadish knew better than to hesitate.
Reluctantly, he obeyed, his mind a jumble of questions and growing tension. He wasnât sure what awaited him, but the atmosphere felt heavy, as if the very air around them was holding its breath. His footsteps felt deliberate as he approached her, each step weighed down by confusion and an underlying sense of duty. To his left, his three brothers still stood awkwardly, bent over like children mimicking a game from their nursery days, gripping their legs with monkey-like expressions that only added to Aadishâs bewilderment.
Finally, standing before his mother, Aadish took a moment to glance around, soaking in the absurdity of the sceneâhis regal father seated in a throne-like chair, his brothers crouched like toddlers, and his mother, calm but with an unyielding authority that made him straighten up instinctively.
"Ji, Maa Sa, kahiye," he said softly, his voice polite yet edged with curiosity. He waited for her response, wondering what she would say, what this moment meant, and why, in all the confusion, his brothers were still standing there like that.
His motherâs voice, though she tried to soften it, carried a distinct edge of disappointment. "Guards kyu nhi the aapke saath?" (Why weren't the guards with you?) she asked, her words sharp enough to pierce through him. The softness she had tried to muster was overwhelmed by her anger. In that moment, Aadish realized that this wasnât just his mother speakingâthis was the queen, the ruler who had lived a life of fierce protection for her people. She was poised like a lioness, ready to strike at any threat to her family's safety.
The shift in her demeanor sent a cold shiver down his spine. He had faced his motherâs anger before, but this was different. This was the weight of a monarchâs wrath, someone who would not hesitate to defend her kingdom at any cost. Aadish, caught off guard, struggled to meet her gaze, feeling the full weight of her disappointment settling onto his shoulders.
He glanced downward, fumbling for an explanation, each word like a boulder in his throat. "Hummmm... hummmm... bss chhodne gaye the unhe" (I just went to drop them off), he finally managed to stammer out, though the words sounded weak even to his own ears. His voice was thick with the regret he carried. He knew, deep down, that what he had done today was a mistakeâa costly one, one that his mother, the queen, would not easily forgive.
And though his heart was heavy with the weight of his actions, he stood there, bracing himself for whatever would come next.
Her next words revealed the depth of her soulânot only was she a compassionate human who loved everyone, but also a queen of grace and a warrior who would protect what mattered most. Her voice, though trembling with restrained anger, carried a tone of authority and care that left no room for misunderstanding.
"Aap bss unhe nhi, iss ghar ki Bahu ko chhodne gaye the..." (You didnât just go to drop them off, you went to drop the daughter-in-law of this house...) she began, her words cutting through the air. "Yaad rahe, jitni hume aap charo ki fikar hai, usse shayad thodi zyada unki hai" (Remember, as much as we worry about you four, we perhaps worry for her a little more). Her voice grew more forceful, revealing her deep affection for Avantika. "Agar unki jagah koi hota, to kabhi itni raat gaye humara call na uthata... aur na hi itni der tak humse baat karke vishwas na dilata ki aap theek hai" (If it had been anyone else in her place, they would have never picked up our call so late at night... and certainly wouldnât have reassured us for so long that you were safe).
There was a pause, but it wasnât for lack of wordsâit was the weight of them. "Hum jitni unki fikar karte hain, utni hi ijjat bhi dete hain... magar aapko dekhiye..." (The way we care for her, we also give her equal respect... but look at you...), she said, the anger in her tone barely restrained. "Bina guards ke jaane ki kya zarurat thi... jab aapko pata hai ki Thakur yaha hai... zarurat kya thi?" (What was the need to go without guards... when you know Thakur is here... what was the need?)
Her voice, though stern, trembled with unshed tears, her eyes glistening with droplets that betrayed the emotional storm she was holding back. She cared deeplyâfor her children, for Avantikaâand that love intertwined with her disappointment. The anger simmered in her tone, though she fought to control it, and in one hand, she gripped a stick tightly, as if it was the only thing holding her composure together.
Aadish stood there, absorbing her words, realizing just how deeply his actions had impacted not only his family but the queen who stood before himâboth his mother and the warrior who would fight for them all.
Aadish looked down, his voice low and laced with regret as he replied, "Hume laga tha subah hone wali hai... to shayad koi khatra na hoga... agar hume halka sa bhi anuman hota ki aisa kuch hoga, to hum unhe kabhi bhi akele chhodne na jaate" (I thought it was almost morning... so maybe there wouldn't be any danger... if I had even the slightest idea that something like this could happen, I would have never left her alone). His tone was polite, yet there was a quiet anger simmering beneath his wordsâanger directed at himself.
His mother listened carefully, her expression softening slightly though her resolve remained firm. "Hum jaante hain, agar aapko pta hota to aap unhe yahi rok lete... magar aapko nahi pta tha, na? Jana aapko guards ke saath hi chahiye tha..." (I know, if you had known, you would have kept her here... but you didnât know, right? You should have gone with the guards...), she replied, her voice steady, though the tension hadnât fully dissipated.
She then cast a sharp glance at all four of them, her eyes filled with an unspoken warning. "Koi aaj ke baad akele gaya toh beta... tab bataungi" (If anyone goes alone after today... then I will show you), she said, her tone carrying the weight of finality. Her words were a declaration, a promise of consequences should her orders be disobeyed again.
"Maa sa, sorry... Maa saaa, sorry," Aadish pleaded, his voice softening as he looked up at her with puppy eyes, hoping for forgiveness. He knew his mother had a soft spot for him, and he was trying to play into that, desperate to ease the tension in the room.
But his mother wasnât easily swayed this time. Her expression remained stern as she held up the stick in her hand. "Kya maa sa sorry ha?" (What do you mean, 'sorry'?) she retorted, her tone sharp, though a hint of amusement crept in around the edges. She was still upset, but the innocence in Aadishâs eyes seemed to chip away at her anger just a little.
Meanwhile, his three brothers, who had been standing awkwardly nearby, suddenly perked up. Their eyes lit up with gleeful anticipation as they watched the scene unfold. For once, they thought, "Finally, bhai ko bhi padegi" (Finally, brother will get scolded too). A small, mischievous grin spread across their faces as they waited to see if their mother would truly follow through with the stick.
She continued, her voice trembling with the emotions she could no longer hold back. "Aaj aapko chot aayi hai, kal ko unhe aa jaati toh... toh hum kya karte?" (Today you got hurt, but what if tomorrow she got hurt? What would we do?) Her voice was laced with concern as she paused for a moment, gathering herself. "Vo aap chaaro ki khushiyon ki wajah jo hai... hum unhe nahi kho sakte... vo pyaari hai hume, Aadish... bhot pyaari hai... hum sabko pyaari hai... masoom hai vo, Aadish" (She is the reason for all of your happiness... we cannot lose her... she is dear to me, Aadish... very dear... she is dear to all of us... she is innocent, Aadish).
As she spoke, a warmth spread through the room. Everyone felt itâthe truth in her words. Avantika had woven herself into the very fabric of their lives, and there wasnât a single soul who didnât adore her. Revtiâs words echoed in their hearts, reminding them of just how much they all cherished her.
But as soon as she uttered the word "masoom" (innocent), Aadish's demeanor changed. His head snapped up, and in a loud, almost indignant voice, he protested, "Masoom? Or vo? Maa sa, anti hai aap! Aaj unhone kya kiya hai!" (Innocent? Her? Maa sa, you're wrong! Do you know what she did today?) He sounded like a child, his tone filled with the classic whining of someone convinced he had been wronged, ready to complain about the slightest injustice.
"Kya kiya hai meri beti ne..... Btana jra " his mother asked him like a proud parent.
"Maa sa hum apni gun nikalne se pahele khud armaan ko call karne wale the magar aapki Bahu .... Mera mtlb beti ne humare hatho se gun li or khud 6 ke 6 gundi ko maar diya vo bhi head shots. " He said as if complaining about her in the most innocent way and also with a proud smile. He continued with a pouse were everyone faces where which and surprise and there father was giving full impressed look ." Maa sa ab ye baat apne 3 beti se puchhe unhe gun handle karni kisne sikhayi hai ... Kiu ki jitna hum jante hai vo in sb se to vanchit hi thi . " He turned towards his brothers looks and question them.
"Kya kiya hai meri beti ne... btana jra," (What has my daughter done... tell me) his mother asked, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and curiosity. She had a glimmer in her eyes as if daring Aadish to reveal something she could boast about later.
Aadish took a deep breath, clearly gearing up for what he thought was a solid complaint. "Maa sa, hum apni gun nikalne se pehle khud Armaan ko call karne wale the... magar aapki Bahuâmera matlab, betiâne humare haathon se gun le li aur khud 6 ke 6 gunde ko maar diya, vo bhi headshots" (Maa sa, before I could even draw my gun and call Armaan, your daughterâI mean, your daughterâtook the gun from my hands and killed all six goons herself... with headshots!), he said, still sounding like he was filing an innocent complaint. But there was a proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips, betraying his true feelings.
The room fell silent for a moment, everyoneâs expressions were a mix of shock and amazement. Their faces reflected disbelief, while their father sat back with an unmistakably impressed look.
Aadish, sensing the shift, continued with a smirk, "Maa sa, ab ye baat apni teen beto se puchhe... unhe gun handle karni kisne sikhayi hai... kyunki jitna hum jaante hain, vo in sab se to vanchit hi thi" (Maa sa, now ask your three sons who taught her how to handle a gun... because as far as I know, she wasnât even supposed to know about any of this). He turned towards his brothers, his eyes narrowing playfully as if silently interrogating them.
His mother, still processing his words, fought the urge to laugh, torn between her pride in Avantikaâs unexpected skills and the odd absurdity of the entire situation.
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