Ruhanna's POV

The sun rays reflecting through the window pane blazed my face as I lazily opened my eyes. I switched on my cellphone. Sunday. A smile curved on my lips.

"Darling sister! Finally you are awake!" My brother greeted me as a wide grin crept across his face. He and Drishti were sitting on the dining table eating a bowl full of warm oats.

I rolled my eyes at his sight. Being matured adults we still couldn't stand each other.

"Why don't you shift in the IIT hostel instead of wasting my food here?"

"No Maa!!!!" Drishti rebelled making an angry face, tapping her hand on the table.
"Hrishav mama is so cool. We had dinner at Mainland China yesterday. He will stay here."

Hrishav passed a victorious grin at me as he kept the bowl in the sink.

"What? For whom did I cook all the food, huh?" I barged at both of them with hand on my hip.

"I am not a big fan of your food. Feed them to the dogs. How could you feed my sweet niece on such gross food for 10 years?" He demanded.

Call me anything, I shall accept. But call me a bad cook, it is World War 3.

"Mama I'm 12..." Drishti corrected him.

"I was close enough..." He frowned looking at her.

"Enough both of you.." I yelled at them in fury. "And brother, if you don't like my food, kindly starve till death in this house."

He showed no interest in my words and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the cookie jar. I ran for it before he put it in his mouth and for the first time I succeeded. Wow! This feels great!

"Not even the biscuit." I heaved, finally snatching the cookie from him. He glared at me like I just destroyed his ability to speak.

"Crazy siblings!" Drishti rolled her eyes at us dismissively just when the door bell rang.

She flew swiftly like a jet plane and squealed excitedly on seeing Heena. Like always, Heena never visits us with an empty hand. The smell of fresh coconut made me guess it was coconut cake. Her bakery skills can put even the Masterchef India to shame!

I waved at her as she entered.

"I never knew about fairies visiting your house on Sunday mornings." Hrishav whispered near me, raking his hand through his shiny black hair.

I gritted my teeth at him.
"For God's sake!!! You are married."

I walked to the drawing room tying my hair in a loose knot. Heena was the kind of person who always looked fresh irrespective of seasons. Hrishav is right, she really is a fairy.

She handed me the cake and glanced over at Hrishav skeptically. I noticed that and thought about introducing them but seems like my brother has some godly effects on Drishti.

"Heena..this is my Hrishav mama..." She dragged him like a carpet to the drawing room.
"He is the coolest uncle on earth. And Mama, this is Heena, the coolest aunt on earth."

Coolest uncle. Coolest aunt. My daughter was really great at tagging people. And what am I? Clueless mother. Yes, this suits me.

"Uh...I never saw you here.." Heena said, shaking hands with him.

"Actually I live in Delhi with my family. I am here for a few days regarding my book launch at IIT, Guwahati."

"You are an author?" Heena asked adoring him for a second.

"It's my first book actually. The Evolution of Robotics and Mechatronics on which I have been doing research since 7 years."

"Wow! that's really cool. I am hoping to get your book.."

If I am not wrong, approximately for the next two hours Hrishav will keep babbling about the history of Robotics, even mentioning the grandmother and grandfather of Robotics if I don't take preventive measure. I have had enough of his Robot preachings since the last two days.

To prevent myself from another disastrous Robotics theory, I interrupted in the middle, "Heena, if you don't mind will you come to the kitchen with me? I needed some help with this new recipe."

Hrishav threw murderous glances at me as I took her away with me to the kitchen. Nonetheless, I had some responsibility towards my sister-in-law in Delhi. And Heena was way too beautiful to tempt even a sinless person to cheat on his wife. Though it is extremely stupid, I have kept her away from meeting Siddhant. Yes, now you have the liberty to call me crazy!!

"You never told me you had a brother!" Heena uttered as I was busy arranging the plates.

"It never came to me, darling!"

Heena was like the sister I always longed for. Every time life threw me in a loophole, I called her up and we used to chat over a cup of tea and cake. I usually never open up myself to strangers but she was aware everything going on in my life. She was the kind of person with whom I could relate to and who never judged me.

"By the way, how is Siddhant doing?"

"Better..."

"You still love him, don't you?" Her brows curved.

The spoon slipped from my hand immediately. Damn it! Such questions make me a nervous wreck. However, she bend on her waist picking the spoon up for me.

"Its not easy, Heena.."

"Then make it easy!"

Uneasily, I spoke, "Actually, he has retained his memory and now wants me back in his life, Heena. And he is ready to wait. This is insane."

Her eyes beamed in excitement as she squeezed my hand, "He is in love with you and love is nothing without insanity."

A sad smile travelled across my face."He is just searching for an emotional support after Sana's death. And this isn't love..."

"Aren't you searching for the same?"

My eyes looked away from hers unable to answer the question.

"You need a gentleman who can spoil you to his heart's content, the one who can go on a shopping spree carrying your bags, the one who can kiss you when you are back home...your life is still not over." She contently looked at me, "While, he needs a woman to mess his life, the one to fight with him, to teach him madness and to kiss his anger yet standing taller than his ego. Be that woman, Ruhanna.."

It was as if her every word defined the kind of person Siddhant was. He certainly needed a woman to mess his life and I needed a man to spoil me once again. Between this, my heart floats.

The questions in my mind about her perfect prediction could be seen on the thin lines formed in my forehead.

"If you are wondering how I know so much, I am a psychologist, Ruhanna. I don't need to know people personally in order to understand them." Heena answered, smiling again.

"Alright my psychologist! I don't know what I would have done without you." I giggle embracing her in affection.

Somebody cloaked a cough.
We turned around to find Hrishav.

"Drishti and I will be going out for lunch." He announced.

"Brother, is this your way of asking for my permission?" I smiled crossing my arms.

"Permission? Hell no! Its a command"

And the next minute I started yelling at him. "You are spoiling my daughter's eating habits."

If he stays for another week in my house, my voice box is surely going to blast from shouting at him.

"No Maa...." Drishti gave a shout from the TV hall and Hrishav passed me a wicked smile.

"Who wants to eat your grass anyway!" He rolled his eyes.

Heena chuckled. I widened my eyes at her strictly.

"Why don't you join us, Heena?" Hrishav offered courteously.

If only I could shut his mouth!

"No...I mean thanks, but I have some clients to attend in the evening."

"I said we are going for a lunch. Not an evening snack party." Hrishav pursed his lips smiling quietly.

Heena looked at me as if asking me for a green card. I signalled her a No when Hrishav hissed in the middle.

"Hey! Don't look at her. She is a big time spoiler. Drishti and I would appreciate if you join us, right Drish??" He shouted out to Drishti.

"Thank you Hrishav. I would love to join you guys." Drishti shouted on behalf of Heena.

Heena shrugged awkwardly dazing at me. After all she had no choice. She was being forced into this by my newly turned evil daughter and born evil brother.

"Good." Hrishav smiled and threw a tired look at me.

If all of them were going out for lunch, even I should go out.

"Count me in." I said casually.

"The world is full of shamelessly uninvited people, don't you think?" He asked Heena, indicating me.

"Hrishav!!!!!!!" I stormed at him and chased him around the entire house with a frying pan in my hand. He kept running until I made a sharp target on his leg but that stupid, horrible pan hit my Italian crafted statue worth 20,000 bucks.

Damn.

I can't feel my heartbeat. I was an archery medalist in school!!!

My body froze. I felt my bones break with that statue, followed by wild screams, swears, cries and yells inside the house.

Hrishav, The Destroyer.

Note this, when you have crazy siblings you should keep all your expensive belongings inside the closet. They are not less than the Spanish bull.

"Good job." Drishti applauded looking at Hrishav and my blank face.

My face was red in anger, half crying, half agonising the waste of my 20,000 bucks.

"That's just a statue. Don't cry now." Hrishav mocked at me.

Drishti widened her eyes at Hrishav, anticipating my thunderous mood off. She knew how much that Horse meant to me.

"You have got feviquick?" He asked me like it was a shoe sole he could fix with glue.

"I have it!!" Drishti ran to the storeroom, returning with two packets of feviquick.

"Feviquick? Are you mad? You vicious evil, you already killed my horse."

"The pan was in your hand not mine." He shrugged, "I can fix this. I have studied applied robotics all my life."

"That's not one of your handicapped robot!!!" I exasperated touching the delicate pieces lying shattered on the floor, "That is my baby..."

"Maa, are you comparing me with this horse?" Drishti frowned.

Hrishav and Heena laughed their ass off to that as I passed them furious glances.

Hrishav sat on the floor executing his Operation Fix Statue while I kept yelling at him the entire time crying over how I managed to get that rare articraft from one of my colleague's cousin's friend's workshop in India.

The result after an hour was better than I expected, though one could visibly figure out that its already broken.

"I'm impressed. But I can still see those cracks." I remarked.

"Gross. I'm a Doctorate in robotics not pottery."

"Doctorate in Robotics?" Heena was terrified and looked at Hrishav arching her brows, "Goodness, how old are you?"

"38 though I look like 28. People often get confused." He smirked, puffing his chest.

"But mama, I confused you with 48, not 28. Thanks for clearing my wrong assumption." Drishti commented chuckling at his self boasting session.

Hrishav glared at us angrily and thereafter, started laughing.
"That's like my niece!! Come on, Gimme a high five!"

I couldn't stop my laughter at that. We all laughed out at our entire day, our stupidity and the statue which looked like a heartbroken horse now. I was displeased with the cracks when Hrishav suggested that I should tell my guest that this is the new trend in Europe. He named it collage-statue.

My horse. I am still crying over my dead horse.

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A new character indeed..Hrishav! I guess I mentioned him in the rewind of the story. Anyway, this was just a light chapter, bringing light on the lovely brother sister relationship. Siblings can never stop pulling our legs. Hope some of you can relate to this.

More to come, stay tuned.