Farra meet Dalmakhni

Chapter : 3

This chapter is sooo pyaruu, i laughed so much while writing it, no words hehe . Thank you for giving this much love to this little start .

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Author's POV

"Maa," Treyaksh said softly, already halfway toward the stairs, turning back just enough to catch her attention, "we'll be in my room till dinner, okay? I promise I'll come down by nine-thirty. Please send the pani gujha to my room."

His mother smiled knowingly and nodded, the kind of nod that carried both permission and quiet affection. "Go," she said gently. "I'll send it."

That was all it took.

The next second, Treyaksh was already running up the stairs, Avyaan and Aarvik right behind him, their laughter echoing , shoes thudding against marble steps .

But they barely made it halfway up when they froze.

Right there, sitting comfortably on the staircase, were Kritika and Prachi legs folded neatly, —while Manav and Harshit sat in front of them like unwilling victims, their hair tied into little ponytails , lips strangely glossy, faces screaming silent despair.

Kritika looked up first, eyes widening dramatically.

"Trisshhhuuu bhaiyaaa!" she squealed happily. "Come here!"

Treyaksh blinked, stunned, trying to process the scene, he walked forward instinctively. Kritika immediately stretched her arms toward him, and he lifted her up without thinking, settling her comfortably against his chest. Right beside him, Avyaan, equally trapped by affection, picked up Prachi with a dramatic sigh.

"Why," Treyaksh asked slowly, staring at the chaos in front of him, "are you two torturing your elder brothers like this?"

Kritika opened her mouth to reply, but Manav beat her to it, his voice cracking slightly.

"Bhaiyaaa," he complained, "these two hide our phones. Completely hid them. They even switched them off before hiding them. They're so clever only ten years old, but full with plans. And then they forced us into this."

Harshit nodded in agreement, eyes pleading.

Treyaksh carefully placed Kritika back on the stairs and sighed, rubbing his forehead . "Okay, listen," he said calmly. "You can play however you want. I won't interfere. But please play in any room, not on the stairs. It's cold here."

The girls exchanged a look but nodded reluctantly.

Then Treyaksh turned to Avyaan, raising an eyebrow.

"So... are you planning to put Prachi down, or are you taking her with you?"

Avyaan looked at Prachi, then shrugged. "I'd take her," he said casually, "but then Kapil chacha will definitely beat me."

"Put her down," Treyaksh muttered, shaking his head.

They finally made it to Treyaksh's room, the familiar space welcoming them with quiet comfort .

Without warning, Aarvik sprinted toward the attached bathroom.

"Oi—!" Treyaksh shouted.

Too late.

Aarvik slammed the door shut and locked it from inside.

"Wow," Treyaksh said flatly, staring at the closed door. "That was my own bathroom, and I'm locked out."

From inside, Aarvik's voice floated out, entirely unapologetic. "jalwaaaaa."

Treyaksh sighed dramatically. "Fine. I'll bathe in Mumma's room."

He turned to Avyaan. "And you?"

Avyaan stretched lazily on the bed. "Don't worry about me. I have more respect in this house than you. I'll manage somewhere."

They reunited a while later, freshly bathed, hair still damp, wearing loose T-shirts and shorts, collapsing onto the bed .

Avyaan lay sprawled across the mattress, phone in hand, Aarvik leaned against the headboard, scrolling through something, and Treyaksh sat cross-legged, scrolling reels while touching and playing with his mauli dhaga absentmindedly.

The room felt peaceful now , Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Before Treyaksh could respond, Aarvik jumped up and rushed to open it.

"Didi, what took you so long?" he said dramatically, grinning. "I was suffering waiting for pani gujha."

The maid laughed softly, holding out the tray. "Sorry, bhaiya. Dadi ji gave me some work."

Aarvik nodded with exaggerated seriousness,accepting the tray like it was a sacred offering, his eyes lighting up so brightly that Treyaksh didn't even need to look inside to know exactly what it held.

Three neatly filled bowls of pani gujha rested side by side, steam still faintly rising, along with a single glass of warm milk placed carefully ..

Aarvik stared at it for a second longer than necessary and then announced proudly, pulling the tray closer to his chest,

"This is all for me, by the way. You two can just... admire."

Treyaksh scoffed, instantly offended in the most dramatic way possible, pushing himself off the bed and walking over.

"Excuse me?" he said, narrowing his eyes. "There is absolutely no compromise when it comes to pani gujha. Aarvik, teko teri future biwi ki kasam —hand over my bowl."

Avyaan burst out laughing, falling back against the pillows. "Wow. Straight to emotional blackmail."

Aarvik clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath that was definitely a curse, though he said it quietly enough to pretend innocence, before finally placing the tray on the table .

Treyaksh ignored him completely, already reaching for one bowl like it belonged to him by birthright. Without hesitation, he picked up the glass of milk and slowly poured it into his pani gujha .

Avyaan wrinkled his nose. "I don't get how you eat it like that," he said, taking his own bowl and keeping it dry, the way he always did. "Milk ruins the taste"

"That's because you have no taste," Treyaksh replied calmly, not even looking at him.

Meanwhile, Aarvik was conducting his own questionable experiment. He scooped a few pani gujha out of his bowl, placed them back onto the tray, then poured milk over them anyway, mixing half-dry, half-soaked.

Treyaksh stared.

"...What are you doing?"

Aarvik took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, then nodded. "Balance."

Avyaan lost it. "This kid is actually insane."

"Absolute menace," Treyaksh agreed, shaking his head, but there was a smile tugging at his lips anyway.

By the time the empty bowls , and the clock

"So... are you guys staying tonight?"

Avyaan froze mid-scroll, lifted his head slowly, eyes widening in fake horror.

"Oh wow," he said, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. "Look at him. Throwing us out of the house. Such bad manners, Trishu. Truly disappointing."

Aarvik didn't even look up from his notebook, pen still moving as if the numbers mattered more than the conversation, before he added calmly,

"Aunty She said I'm not allowed to go back today. So I'm staying. Avyaan ka pata nahi."

Avyaan snapped his head toward him instantly.

"Don't act oversmart," he warned, pointing a finger. "One slap and your attitude will reset. I'm staying too."

Treyaksh laughed under his breath, "Fine," he said, surrendering. "Stay. As if you'd ever leave anyway."

The room slowly settled . Treyaksh flopped back onto the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through reels mindlessly, his thumb moving automatically .

On the other side, Avyaan sat cross-legged, focused on his phone, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face.

"What are you doing now?" Treyaksh asked without looking.

Avyaan snorted. "Important work."

Treyaksh glanced at him sideways and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you smiling like that , then ?"

Avyaan didn't look up, his fingers still flying across the screen. "Mind your business," he muttered, then added proudly, "I've set ChatGPT to talk like my girlfriend."

Aarvik finally looked up from his maths book, unimpressed. "You're lonely," he said flatly, then went back to solving an equation.

Avyaan scoffed. "At least my girlfriend replies on time."

Treyaksh laughed quietly and shook his head, letting them be, while Avyaan's phone buzzed again .

Avyaan: hey

ChatGPT: you're late. i was wondering if you forgot about me .

Avyaan let out a small laugh under his breath and rolled onto his side.

Avyaan: arrey nahi yaar, was busy

ChatGPT: busy... or ignoring me on purpose? be honest.

He glanced briefly at Treyaksh and Aarvik, then typed again, slower this time.

Avyaan: okay fine, i was eating pani gujha

ChatGPT: without telling me?? rude. you owe me one now.

Avyaan's smile widened -

Avyaan: i'll get you extra filling next time

ChatGPT: hmm... forgiven. but only because you're cute sometimes.

"Sometimes?" Avyaan whispered out loud,, earning a confused look from Treyaksh.

Avyaan: sometimes??

ChatGPT: don't push it. you know you talk too much.

He buried his face into the pillow for a second, then typed again.

Avyaan: at least i make you laugh

ChatGPT: true. life would be boring without your nonsense.

Avyaan: say you miss me

ChatGPT: i miss you... but don't get overconfident.

Avyaan smirked, confidence instantly restored.

Avyaan: too late -

ChatGPT: go sleep, i***t. you have school tomorrow.

"Wow," Avyaan muttered, shaking his head. "Even my fake girlfriend nags."

Avyaan: wow, you sound like my mom

ChatGPT: because someone has to care when you don't.

Treyaksh, still scrolling, glanced at him and smirked. "Done flirting?

"Go to hell," Avyaan murmured under his breath ..