Not mature. Rated it to prevent it being posted on teen sites.
Cringy unedited first draft that I, as the writer, don't have the heart to read again. I cannot edit it, too busy, so I keep writing ahead. Read at your own risk and responsibility, know...
6 year old Ali cried "Mama" after being hit by a shoe on his face by his beloved Ahil Mamu.
"Ohhhhhhh." Instant reaction of both the brothers but before they could do anything, Wania came running from Kitchen at Ali's crying.
"What happened to my baby?" She wiped his eyes and kissed him.
"Mamu hit me with a shoe on my face." Ali sniffed, making Wania hug him and glare at Hassan. She was sure he did it.
"Maine nahi, apke ladle bhai ne kia hai. Dekhen mery sath ye rawaiyya na rakha kren I'm married now." Hassan frowned . (I didn't. Your lovely brother did it. See don't treat me like this...)
'Saray ilzam mujh ghareeb pr.' (All blames on poor me.)
Wania glared at Ahil. She had not expected this from him.
"Api is gadhy ko maara tha, Ali samne agya." He glared at Hassan.After his parents, Wania was one who could scold him. Wania glanced at them and then sat on a corner sofa with Ali in her lap. (Api I threw it at this donkey, Ali came in front.)
"Mjhy gadha na bolen main shadi shuda hun." (Don't call me donkey I'm married.)
"Ek lagauga na, sari bakwas bahir ajayegi." (If I give you a slap, all of your stupid talks will go.)
Ahil took a step towards him and showed him his hand, as if to hit but didn't. He wasn't going to hit, even Hassan knew it. He showed the back of his hand only. <How do I explain this???> <Found a pic, that can explain it. This is what he showed him.>
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"Bhai ye khol kar prhlun?" Hassan quickly backed at his brother's anger and asked him, pointing at the letter he gave.
(Bhai can I read this?)
"Han prhlo tum apni third class romantic shayari." Ahil gritted, irritated while Hassan opened the letter. He read it and frowned.
(Yes read your third class romantic poetry.)
"Yar bhai,iske lye toh hospital ke kisi banday ko bhijwa dety. Main kia krunga?"
(Bro you can send a person from the hospital too. What will I do?)
"Wania aapi ka susral hai, acha nai lagta koi random admi jaye deny." Ahil said as if it was only Wania api's susraal, not his.
(They're Wania api's in-laws. It doesn't look good that a random person goes.)
"Tumhara bhi hai."
"Apka bhi hai.." Wania and Hassan said at the same time, making him squeeze his eyes shut.
(It's yours too.)
His eyes fell on Ali who was sniffing. He felt bad.
"Zyada dard horaha hai?" Ahil asked with concern. But he was glad. He'd successfully changed the topic.
