There was chaos in the drawing room—and, at the center of it, like always, sat Haseena. Legs crossed, arms folded, eyebrows furrowed.
She had been denied another piece of barfi.
Unacceptable.
But today, her battlefield was not the kitchen. It was her brothers.
Veer was lying flat on the sofa like he owned it. Vansh had his feet up on the center table, casually flipping through TV channels with a level of power Haseena deeply envied.
“Chhota Bheem dekhna hai!” Haseena demanded, stomping her foot.
Vansh didn’t even look at her. “Toh jaake apne room mein dekh le. Yahan cricket chal raha hai.”
“Par TV toh sabka hai!” she argued, hands on her hips, puffing up her cheeks.
Veer raised an eyebrow. “TV sabka hai, par remote toh humare paas hai.”
She gasped, her little face scrunched up. “Main Ammi ko bata dungi!”
“Bata dena, bata dena. Toh kyun dikhana hai, ki kisne barfi ka dabba dhunda?” Vansh teased, his grin mischievous.
“Nahi!” she shouted, eyes wide. “Main tum dono ke liye bhi barfi laungi! Do do!”
Veer laughed. “Ek shart pe—10 minute ke liye tum humari servant banogi.”
“Servant nahi hoon main!” Haseena huffed, crossing her arms. “Main boss hoon!”
“Boss ko barfi nahi milti. Servant ko mil sakti hai.” Vansh chuckled, wagging his finger.
She pouted. “Theek hai… servant ban jaaungi, par 10 minute se zyada nahi!”
Veer stretched, looking way too cool for his own good. “10 minute bhi zyada hain. Par deal pakki!”
“Main countdown karungi!” she announced proudly, her tiny voice full of determination.
“Agar tu countdown kar rahi hai, toh hum bhi karenge.” Veer winked at her.
Haseena tilted her head and grinned. “Toh main boss ban gayi, na?”
“Arre, boss toh barfi lene ke baad banegi!”
And with that, she marched off—tiny feet, big attitude—on a mission to reclaim her pride... and maybe a sweet or two.
Just as Haseena was about to dramatically collapse on the floor—because, obviously, being a servant was sooo hard—the door creaked open.
And there he was.
Abbu.
The ultimate savior. The knight in shining kurta. The man who never said no to his little tornado.
“Arre arre, kya ho raha hai yahan?” he asked, stepping in and scanning the scene like a seasoned detective. Veer on the sofa, Vansh smirking, and Haseena… flopped on the carpet like a fallen warrior.
“Abbbbuuu!” she wailed, rushing to him like she hadn’t seen him in years—even though he’d just stepped out to get milk ten minutes ago.
He caught her in his arms effortlessly.
“Kya hua meri gudiya ko?”
She sniffled for extra drama. “Veer aur Vannsshh mujhe Chhota Bheem dekhne nahi de rahe… aur… aur… barfi bhi nahi de rahe… mujhe servant banaya hai!”
Veer and Vansh exchanged glances. Here it came—the royal verdict.
“Sach mein? Meri princess se naukri karwa rahe ho?” Abbu asked, raising an eyebrow at his sons.
Vansh grinned. “Sirf 10 minute ki deal thi, barfi ke liye.”
“Aur TV remote ka mamla hai.” Veer added.
Abbu looked down at the tiny, sniffly creature in his arms. “Tum toh meri boss ho, na? Kisne kaha tumhe servant banna hai?”
Haseena wiped her nose on his kurta sleeve without asking. “Mujhe barfi chahiye thi… toh ban gayi. Thodi der ke liye.”
Abbu chuckled, kissing the top of her curls. “Chalo, abbu ki taraf se ek special piece barfi, sirf meri boss ke liye.”
“Do do!” she corrected instantly. “Ek mere liye… ek aapke liye.”
He laughed out loud. “Theek hai. Aur ek tumhare har ek nakhre ke liye bhi.”
And just like that, the TV was switched to cartoons. The remote mysteriously found its way to Haseena’s lap. And her brothers, now her royal servants, were sent to get her a glass of water and a blanket—because she was tired, obviously.
Operation “Princess Protocol”—fully activated.
YOU ARE READING
༺ 𒆜Ishq Ka Pehla Saya 𒆜 ༻
Fanfiction✧ Phase One: A childhood full of mischief, secrets, and survival. ✧ Phase Two: A college girl's battle between forbidden love and family duty. Haseena was born into rejection. But she was also born to fight. With two brothers who love her, a grandmo...
