"Khushi!!" Zahir uttered her name loudly, as though saying that name to himself.

But, much to his bad luck, his brother had walked in at the same time and heard him utter that name.

Zian smirked and shot a teasing look at Zahir.

"Did you just call out for Khushi, my darling brother?" Zian teased, unable to resist poking fun at his twin.

"What? No! Absolutely not! I think you just imagined that," Zahir protested, his cheeks now resembling ripe tomatoes.

"OMG! Look at you, all blushing.." Zian teased and in a swift move, Zahir tackled his brother on to the bed.

Zian laughed as he ducked the pillow thrown at him, his grin widening at the sight of Zahir's reddening cheeks.

"Shut up!" Zahir bellowed embarrassedly.

Zian raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, please! You can't hide anything from me, Zahir," he said, his voice filled with mock innocence.

"Shut up! It's not what you think," he muttered, avoiding his brother's gaze. Zahir scowled, his embarrassment turning into frustration.

"And what do you think I think?" Zian prodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

In a swift move, Zahir tackled his brother onto the bed, their laughter mingling in the air. The two brothers grappled playfully, their movements fueled by years of petty sibling fights and camaraderie.

As they wrestled, Zian couldn't help but marvel at the strength and agility of his twin. Despite being identical in appearance, Zahir had always been the more physically dominant one, often leaving Zian at a disadvantage during their childhood fights.

He was the dominant one, the protector, who always thinks it's his duty to protect his siblings. And they had let him take up that role, because he absolutely loved doing that.

But today, Zian was determined to hold his own. With a burst of energy, he managed to flip Zahir onto his back, pinning him down with a triumphant grin.

Their laughter echoed through the room as they lay side by side on the bed, catching their breath between bouts of laughs. For a moment, all their worries and cares melted away, leaving only the unbreakable bond of brotherhood.

With a mischievous smile, Zian reached for his phone, earning a curious frown from Zahir. Before his twin could protest, Zian dialled their sister Zada's number, his grin widening at the thought of their impending prank.

"Hey, Zada! You won't believe what I just heard. Zahir was calling out for Khushi when he thought he was alone here!" Zian said, his voice filled with exaggerated excitement.

Zahir's eyes widened in horror as he realised the extent of his brother's mischief.

"Zian, no!" He protested, but it was too late.

On the other end of the line, Zada's laughter filled the room, her voice tinged with amusement.

"Oh, Zahir! I always knew you had a soft spot for Khushi," she teased, her laughter contagious.

Zahir buried his face in his hands, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"This is not funny, Zian," he muttered, shooting his brother a playful glare.

"And you know what Zi? After you left with Neha, Khushi came to the cafeteria. At the exact same time, Heera also came. And our darling brother, purposely flirted with Heera in front of Khushi. Even while flirting with Heera, he had his eyes on Khushi. He was goading her into a fight. And when I asked him what exactly he was trying to do, he muttered some lame excuse and escaped from me. And now I am hearing that he is chanting her name like a mantra.." Zada said teasingly and Zahir rolled his eyes.

Zahir let out an exasperated sigh, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

"Oh, come on, Zada! Don't make a big deal out of nothing," he protested, his voice laced with frustration. He cursed the moment he uttered her name. It was all because of that kiss. That soul shattering kiss.

Damn it! Stop thinking about it, Zahir.

Zian joined in with a smirk.

"Yeah, Zahir, we all know you are head over heels for Khushi," he teased, nudging his twin playfully.

Zahir shot them both a withering glare.

"I am not! It's not like that," he insisted, though the nervous edge in his voice betrayed his words.

Zada raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement.

"Sure, sure, Zahir. We totally believe you," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Zahir scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You guys are impossible," he muttered, his cheeks still tinged with red.

Zian grinned mischievously, enjoying his brother's discomfort.

"Come on, Zahir, just admit it. You have got a soft spot for our darling Khushi," he teased, winking at Zada.

Zahir's scowl deepened, but he refused to rise to their bait.

"I do not," he insisted stubbornly, though the flush on his cheeks only seemed to deepen. He was having a tough time holding up against his siblings who have now ganged up against him.

Zada leaned back in her chair, a wicked gleam in her eye. It was so clear even through the screen of the phone.

"So, Zahir, what's the plan? How are you going to win Khushi's heart?" She asked, unable to resist pushing her brother's buttons.

Zahir's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I am not trying to win her heart, damn it!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

These two were getting on his nerves.

Zian feigned innocence, his grin widening.

"Oh, really? So, you are just going to keep chanting her name for fun then?" He teased, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire.

Zahir groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"That's not what I meant! It was just a slip of the tongue. Just let it go." He protested, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Zada laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

"Sure, Zahir. Whatever you say," she said, unable to hide the teasing edge in her voice.

Zahir rolled his eyes, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.

"You guys are impossible."

"Oh by the way, Zi, did you and Neha fight?" Zada asked curiously.

"Why do you ask?" Zian asked, not wanting to share their personal fight with his siblings.

"She had a scowl on her face when she walked in and she had locked herself in the room since she returned." Zada said and Zian sighed.

"It's okay. I will handle her. Don't worry about it.."

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