“Agar itna miss kar rahe ho to jake mil kyun nahi aate?”
Kartik’s uninformed presence startled him, making his hands work faster than his mind to wipe the tear that had dared to trickle down his cheek.
“Learn to knock on the door, Kartik.”
Kartik bit back a chuckle as he sat beside his distressed brother whose warning didn’t sound like a warning that day. “Ishqi should have knocked before entering your heart, no? But wo to bas ghus gayi aur abhi kisi chikpku kirayedaar jaisi bas gayi hai, nahi? Aapka dil ab uska ghar hai, Bhai! Ghar Malkin nahi hogi to use chain kaha se aayega?”
“Tu apni bakwas kahi aur jake kar sakta hai? Mujhe kaam -“
“Kaam ke bahane apni wife ko miss karna hai, right, Bhai?”
“Shut up, Kartik. Shut… up and leave. Right now!”
His high-pitched tone almost caught Kartik off-guard for a moment. He sighed before quietly walking toward the door. As he stopped steps away from it, he turned to his brother for one last time. “Fir se galti kar rahe ho, Bhai. Ishqi naraaz hokar gayi hai to kya hua? Haq nahi uska? Aap manane chale gaye to kya? Haq nahi hai aapka?”
“Wo khush nahi hai mere saath,” he muttered, recalling her words that still broke his heart.
“Gusse me boli hui har baat hum mean nahi karte, Bhai. Kya ye mujhe aapko seekhana hoga? While I admit ki Ishqi ko aise ghar chhodke nahi jana chahiye tha lekin jo hua kya uske liye wo akeli responsible hai? Usne aapse baat karne ki koshish ki thi. Aapne kya kiya? Suni uski baat?”
“Usko lagta hai main uss se pyaar hi nahi karta. Aur kya sunu?”
“Wajah, Bhai. Hum Ishqi ko kitne time se jante hai. Usne kabhi choti baaton ka issue nahi banaya hai. Aaj agar use lag raha hai ke aap uss se pyaar nahi karte to koi reasons to honge na uske paas? Instead of listening to them and resolving them – aapne kya kiya? Ego me aakar uski haan mein haan mila di? Keh diya uss se ke nahi karte uss se pyaar?”
“Maine keh diya aur usne maan liya. Aise thodi hota hai. Use pata hai ek din bhi nahi reh sakta main uske bina fir bhi chali gayi. Ek phone bhi nahi kiya!”
Kartik facepalmed himself, listening to his brother’s childlike complaining.
‘Time to play the Godfather again,” he silently concluded, sighing.
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This is a random piece of fiction. Absolute imagination. Kind of a random mini tale based on the picture on the characters named Ishqi and Aahan from the show Ishk Par Zor Nahi.