KAVERI

"Ham Pyar Karne Wale hain koi Gair Nahi areey Ham tumpe Marne wale Hain Koi gair Nahi"i hummed these  lyrics in the kitchen while preparing bhindi ki sabji and as much as I hate this vegetable from the bottom of my heart I still prepare it because my little brother loves it which is much of a reason to prepare it i guess.

"should I help you dii?" the voice called me and here comes Mr Rajveer Suryavanshi down the stairs adjusting the black coloured tie he was wearing along with the black tuxedo and white coloured shirt. My handsome little baby brother. I don't even know how he grew up so fast. He is 5 years younger to me but still taller than me. Typical brothers.

We have always been partners in crime since childhood. All those days mom and dad were busy with their jobs, i was the one who made him finish his homework, helped him with studies and other things. But the worst part of being his elder sister was to decide weather to be the cool sister or to be strict and act like your mom. you know life can be difficult sometimes when people treat you like a child but expect you to act like an adult. Teenage as we call it. And now here he is a 21 year old handsome hunk who works as a CA at a reputed company.

"nah just tell me how is it".

" I can't believe that you don't puke while making bhindi " he said before he picked up the spoon and tasted it "oh my Gawd it's absolutely yummy and amazing" he said putting up and dramatic expression. over reactor bitch. I  slaped his arm slightly "okay then I'll pack it for you".

" thanks dii"

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. Maybe cooking his favorite dish wasn't so bad after all. It was worth it to see him happy. "Enjoy, bro. I'll just go sit down and pretend I'm not gagging."

He laughed, and I knew he'd understood my joke. Sibling love was weird like that – we'd tease each other, but deep down, we cared.

"no both of you can get ready I'll pack it for you."my mom said while entering the kitchen "or else you will be late for your work " My mom was very different from other women her age I mean she is almost 50 then you will never be able to tell that by looking at her. santoor mumma as my friends call her.

we all sat on the dining table to have a breakfast. My dad was already seated there reading the newspaper. Mom brought tea for herself and dad and coffee for both of us.

I sat down, feeling grateful for this moment of togetherness. My dad put his arm around my mom, pulling her close, and my brother caught my eye, grinning.

We chatted about our plans for the day, sharing stories and laughter. My mom asked about my patients, and my brother filled her in on his latest financial projects. My dad listened intently, offering words of wisdom and encouragement.

As we talked, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. This was what family was all about – love, support, and acceptance. We might not always agree on everything, but in moments like these, I felt grateful for the bond we shared.

When I came out of my imaginary world I found mom and dad engrossed in a heated discussion about the best type of paratha. My mom was adamant that aloo paratha was the superior choice, while my dad insisted that paneer paratha was the way to go.

I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of them, both wearing serious expressions, as if the fate of the world depended on their paratha preference. My mom was even using her best "I'm-right-and-you're-wrong" tone, while my dad was trying to out-argue her with his best "I've-traveled-the-world-and-know-what's-good" attitude.

I sat down beside them, shaking my head in amusement. "Mumma , papa , you two are so funny. Can't we just have both types of parathas and enjoy them?"

My mom turned to me, a twinkle in her eye. "Beta, you don't understand. This is a matter of principle. Aloo paratha is a classic, and paneer paratha is just a flash in the pan."

My dad chuckled, winking at me. "Oh, I think I understand perfectly, my dear. And I think I'll stick with my paneer paratha, thank you very much."

The debate continued, with both of them getting more and more creative in their arguments. I laughed and snacked on my paratha, enjoying the silly banter between my parents.

As we finished breakfast, my mom turned to my dad and said, "You know, I think we're going to have to settle this once and for all. Let's have a paratha-making competition!"

My dad's eyes lit up. "Game on! But if I win, you have to make my favorite aloo gobhi for dinner tonight."

My mom smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Deal! But if I win, you have to wear a kurta-pajama to the next family gathering."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You two are the best. I'll make sure to get the cameras ready."

As we cleared the table, I realized that moments like these were what made our family so special – a mix of laughter, love, and a healthy dose of Indian drama.

Me and my brother smiled at the conversation beteween my parents. My parents shared a very beautiful and adorable bond. They'll be angry with each other a moment and be complimenting each other the next moment.

And then we left for our work I asked Rajveer to drop me to the hospital because today I was in no mood of driving a car.

I reached at the hospital ready to check on my patients when my phone buzzed In My Pocket it was a message from Mahira. we were best friends since school. she is very successful careerwise as she owns a huge ass company along with her boyfriend whom I kind of hated due to some particular reasons.

As a CEO, she was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. But despite her tough exterior, I knew she had a soft spot for those in need.

Mahi was the kind of person who could walk into a room and command attention without even trying. Her sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, and razor-sharp wit made her a force to be reckoned with. But I knew the real Mahira – the one who volunteered at local charities, who listened without judgment, and who would do anything for the people she cared about.

As a doctor, I'd seen my fair share of high-powered executives, but Mahi was different. She was passionate, driven, and fiercely loyal. But she was also reckless, impulsive, and sometimes downright dangerous. I'd lost count of the number of times she'd talked me into doing something crazy, like skydiving or racing her sports car.

Despite the risks, I loved having her in my life. She was the yin to my yang, the chaos to my order. And when she needed me, she'd come to me without hesitation, trusting me to fix whatever problem she'd gotten herself into.

As we chatted, I couldn't help but think about the time she'd convinced me to join her on a spontaneous road trip, which had ended in a series of misadventures, including a broken-down car and a night spent in a creepy motel. It was chaotic, but we'd laughed about it for years.

Mahira was a force of nature, and I was grateful to be along for the ride. She might be a handful, but she was my handful, and I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in the world.

she wanted to meet me to discuss the marketing and sales of the company because I helped her to market and advertise her products online with my knowledge on marketing. It was a side Hustle during college years which made me huge sums of money. Well my profession as a doctor was the main priority to me as I always wanted to help the people who couldn't afford expensive healthcare and so they didn't have to pay the price by losing a loved one. I had a great sense of business and finance because I studied a lot on that topic. I made a mental note to meet her as soon as I finished.

I first decided to go to the NGO to meet my dear kids. The NGO is next to the hospital and is home to many little kids which were left aloof by their so called parents. I don't know how can people leave their kids literally anywhere after giving birth to them. What is gonna happen to my child ,how is he or she gonna live ,who will take care of them ,will their tummies be full every night before they sleep or will they be able to sleep? do none of these questions scare them?

As I walked through the vibrant halls of the NGO, children's laughter and chatter filled the air. They swarmed around me, hugging my legs and smiling up at me with adoring eyes. I knelt down, embracing them warmly.

"Dr. Didi" they chimed in unison, their faces lighting up with joy. "we missed you". I greeted riddhima the lady who took care of these children.

I spent some time playing with the children, teaching them, and listening to their stories. The NGO's mission was to provide education and support to underprivileged children, and it was my passion project.

I smiled, memories flooding back. When I was a medical student, I met a young boy who couldn't afford treatment for his illness. Despite my best efforts, he passed away. It broke my heart, and I realized that I wanted to do more to help children like him.

I started this NGO to ensure that every child, regardless of their background, has access to quality education and healthcare. It's my way of giving back and making a difference."

I felt a sense of purpose. This was why I did what I did – to bring hope and joy to these precious lives.

In that moment, surrounded by the children I loved, I knew that this was where I belonged.

I always wanted to open a hospital of my own so that i could help poor people, but there are some dreams that remain unfulfilled. Not gonna complain but this is human nature.

"Insaan ko mila toh bahut kuch hai zindagi se bas woh ginti usi ki karta hai jo mil na saka."

After i had my time with my children i went back to the hospital and attended my patients.

Soon, The day came to a halt as I said down on my chair closing my eyes trying to relax. sometimes it was too overwhelming to handle the patient's family more than the patient himself and no matter how much we try we will never be able to put ourselves in their shoes. " hope for the best, they are gonna be fine." is all we can say to calm them.  I pick up the phone ringing on my table and it was mahira.

"girl where the hell are you and where will I find you in this the big ass Hospital" "wait I'll be there at the entrance in 2 minutes "

"sure i am wating outside in my car." said Mahira and I quick up my stuff and rushed outside.

Mahira was dressed in a simple navy blue jeans and a white plane t-shirt her hairs tied into a messy bun. She looked quiet disorganised and someone who really needs a break from whatever shits they're doing right now. She looked totally opposite of her personality. She always maintained herself a certain way.

And she was one of that friend who will be at your home in a beautiful dress with matching accessories even if you call her at midnight.

"So, what's up with you miss doctor "

"Im alright what about you and your dear boyfriend?" her face fell suddenly.

"I don't know. He's been acting all strange and weired lately. First i thought it was thd work stress but.. " mahira said while taking a sip of her mango mojito.

"As expected from that asshole" i said while stirring my coffee. Well people say you shouldn't be drinking coffee at night as it interrupts your sleep but i dont budge even after drinking 3 cups of coffee at night.

"No its not what you think Kaveri. he's a great ma-"

"Stop it mahi. he used to be great. and that story was once upon a time . I dont know if you are dumb enough to not notice it or are you ignoring it. Don't be a so blinded by love. He is clearly using you now. And now I am scared you'll soon regret your decision of loving him."

Mahira seemed unbothered as if she wasn't ready to accept all what i said.

"Mahi im really ser-"

" lets just not talk about it. We have many other things to talk about. Wait I want tell you something. "

Mahira leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "You won't believe the guy I've been dealing with, Kaveri. He's like a thorn in my side."

My eyes widened with interest. "Who is he?"

Mahira's expression turned fierce. "he's the CEO of a rival company, and he's ruthless. He's always trying to one-up me, steal my clients, and sabotage my business."

My eyes sparkled with amusement. "Sounds like a real charmer. What's his problem with you?"

Mahira shrugged. "I think it's because I'm a woman in a male-dominated industry, and he's threatened by my success. Or maybe it's because I've been outperforming him lately. Either way, he's determined to take me down."

"That must be tough for you. But you're not going to let him get the best of you, are you?"

Mahi's smile was fierce. "Oh, no. I'm going to take him down, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

The conversation ended with me offering words of encouragement and support, while Mahi's determination to outdo her business enemy only grew stronger.

And we started blabbering and gossiping letting out every single thought or teas we've save from past week. And after a good two hours of talking we headed to our homes.

I walked into the living room, dropping my bag onto the floor as I gave my brother a warm smile. He looked up from his laptop, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled back.

"Hey, dii ! How's life in the hospital?" he asked, closing his laptop and giving me his full attention.

I flopped down onto the couch beside him, letting out a tired sigh. "It's chaotic, as usual. But I'm managing. How about you? Still crunching numbers all day?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, someone's got to keep the finances straight. But it's not all spreadsheets and tax returns. I've been helping some clients navigate some pretty complex financial situations."

I raised an eyebrow, impressed. "That sounds challenging. I'm sure your attention to detail comes in handy."

We chatted for a bit, catching up on each other's lives. I asked him about mom, and he told me she was doing well, just a bit worried about her investments. I made a mental note to give her a call later.

As we talked, I couldn't help but notice how stressed my brother looked. He was always so focused on his work, sometimes to the point of neglecting his own well-being. I reached out and put a hand on his arm.

"Hey, have you thought about taking a break soon? You look a bit stressed," I said, concern etched on my face.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well I'm good but I guess, I need a small break. Maybe we can plan a family vacation soon?"

I smiled, relieved. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll talk to mom about it. We can catch up and relax together."

As we made plans, I felt a sense of warmth and closeness with my brother. Despite our different careers and interests, we had a deep bond that only grew stronger with time. I was grateful for our conversation, and I looked forward to spending more time with him soon.

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