#Fun Fact- Baby rabbits are called kits

Flexing his muscles looking onto the glass reflection, Rudra drew out the breath he was holding seeing his muscle the same as before. Not a hairsbreadth reduced, to his amazement. He grinned with the physical look he had, he was more handsome and athletic than his two brothers. With immense satisfaction, he grabbed his sling bag and threw it over his one shoulder and walked down, only to meet his stern-faced father.

"No bunking. If you do, I will get to know about within minutes. And after classes, you will come to me at the office and show me your notes. Got it?" Rudra nodded his head with sadness engulfing him.

He knew agreeably not to disagree with him, analyzing his father's unpleasant mood and he was wrong here. Remembering, yesterday's events he shook his head not wishing to revisit his empty stomach when his breadbasket roared in longing. His father like he called him Amrish Puri had got hold of him when he was striving to dodge with his chote papa's incident and as a penalty, he was not allowed to have his protein shake and his favourite chole bhature, when it was his cheat day.

[Trans- Chickpea Curry with Fried Flatbreads.]

Grimacing at the notions he hurried to his college with his newest bike his father had gifted him for passing his high school with mediocre marks, than going awry. Reaching his college parking lot, he sighed in relief believing that he can join the first lecture without any delay.

"Hey, Rudy!" He swivelled hearing a familiar tone, and to his surprise, it was his senior Annika.

Wearing a white men's Allen Solly sports pullover paired with black torn jeans she looked great, regular. But what caught his attention was the label which read 'I'm the chef get over it or get outta a kitchenette' with a customised signature of a celebrity chef he was unknown to.

"This hoodie? Where did you get from Sista?" He asked with his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

"Ohh this one." She tugged her pullover hoodie while showing him with enthusiasm. "It's my husband's. And I stole it from his wardrobe." Winking at him she grinned.

"Ohh. Even my brother has the exact one. He is himself went on to get the signature of his Italian idol." Rudra furrowed his brows still not buying the words which slipped out her mouth.

"What's your plan today?" Annika asked brushing her fingers with the hoodie she wore.

"Nothing much. I'm supposed to attend lectures and finish my notes. My father has demanded it strictly." Rudra voiced out his saddened emotions.

"Okay then, you have an ordinary routine. I'm going on a date with my husband. See your afternoon." Still having doubts heeding to her hoodie Rudra tried moulding at her with all different thoughts spiralling around him.

•••••

Where the hell is my white hoodie?

Shivaay opened up the washing machine midsection searching for his missing piece of cloth. That to his favourite one, specially designed as per his zest.

Not excavating it, he went on to check the time. It was nearing fifteen minutes past four-thirty and he was supposed to pick his wife from her college in the next few minutes. Scampering his look he stepped out of the flat locking it securely and moved out to the entrance of the apartment complex. He waited at the nearest cafe which was his landmark to be picked up by a cab he booked.

The ride to her college was silently odd. His skin discharged the surplus water in form of sweat, swallowing greedily the chunk formed in his throat he scooted out of the cab paying his fare.

"Shivi!" He veered around his attention back to hearing his wife call out him.

"My hoodie! I was searching in the bathroom. How dare you wear it without my permission?" He reprimanded her to see her in his pullover.

It is definitely a favourite one.

"I loved it." She scowled at his rude behaviour.

"But, it's mine."

"So it's mine. Remember the ritual we performed on our wedding day, Saptapadi. Empowering to share our lives." He widened his eyes, not able to talk against her.

[Trans- refers to the seven promises of marriage that a bride and groom take with each step.]

Such a manipulative my wife is. He thought with a grimace.

"Fine."

"Let's go, husband."

Annika looped her arms around his as he shoved his fingers into his trousers pockets searching for warm essence.

"Where are we going?" Shivaay asked as they walked out of the campus premises.

"How about Bombay canteen, of 4th block?" She turned to have a glimpse of his face while she questioned.

"It's delicious," Shivaay answered with a huge smile playing on his lips.

"How about Mughlai restaurant? They serve great non-vegetarian food, especially mutton."

"No. Annika is a pure veggie," Shivaay answered not recognising the owner of the voice. Hearing the grumpy tone of her husband Annika giggled.

"Bhabhi you didn't tell me that you were my 'actual' bhabhi." He veered around his attention to a customary spokesperson, swallowing greedily the chunk cropped up in his throat only to discover his baby brother Rudra from a short distance. He stood there with his arms crossed and his right foot tapping the floor continuously.

[Trans- sister-in-law]

"Hey, Rudy! Meet my husband Shivaay." Annika pulled him out of trance and introduced him.

"To date?" Rudra raised his brows, watching the coordinating twosome. His brother wore a black leather jacket paired with a white shirt and black trousers. While Annika coordinated with her white hoodie and black jeans.

Matching.

"Hello, Dumbbell." Shivaay awkwardly waved his hands in the air greeting him. "When did you come? What did you listen to?"

"Everything." The answer from Rudra was short and crisp. "From Shivi to Saptapadi. Everything, I'm shocked that billu has become Shivi in these months."

"Bhaiya? Ghar me pata hein?" Rudra asked after an apprehensive pause, he looked at his brother who was by now gazing at the blue sky with at most concern.

[Trans- brother? Do others know at home?]

"Nahi."

[Trans- No]

"Rudy you should once visit us. I would love to serve you my special blueberry jam." Annika screeched suddenly wanting to in it him.

"So chote papa knows. Blueberry jam." Rudra emphasised the last two words of his sentence.

"Annika shut up." Shivaay placed his palms on her mouth as she continued to speak nonsense. Rudra attentively observed them and a natural smirk formed without his knowledge.

Well, Oberoi's had the smirk from generation, everyone was graced with it.

Had to patent.

"Ouch" Shivaay flickered at her when her teeth penetrated his whitish skin and thus forming a ruddy blotch.

"So what is bhaiya and all? Bhabhi? Who bhabhi?" Annika asked with turbulence.

"Wait sissy- I mean bhabhi, I will explain. I'm your younger brother in law. 'Rudy the Great' aka Rudra Oberoi brother of Shivaay Oberoi, your supposed husband." He bends over his feet introducing himself in a sardonic manner amusing Annika.

"Annika, you knew him? Why didn't you inform me?"

"Yeah, he came to me asking out for a date." Annika shrugged off as a matter of fact.

"What? Rudy, she is your bhabi. My wife." The shock word wasn't enough to describe the sudden jerk in his heart. Jealousy took over him, not even considering him as a brother he glared with great intensity.

"Not him."

"Then?"

"My classmate send him on behalf of himself. And the reason is your brother flirted with his younger sister." Shivaay drew out his breath with a sense of relief.

"What the hell Rudy. I will inform this to baade papa, you are slowly becoming a rowdy than a gentleman."

"Look who is talking? The one who married without the family's consent. The one who hid my bhabhi from family." Rudra annoyingly twisted his mouth.

"Shivi date?" Annika whispered feeling low thinking that her special day was minutes away from failure.

"Wait for a minute. If I leave him today he will go tell others at home." Shivaay gestured to her to stay calm.

"How about you give your Selina to me? Permanently. Let's make a deal." Rudra passed on his wicked smile.

"Who Selina? Don't tell me you have a girlfriend. You have such a pretty wife but still-" Annika grew tense about him having a girlfriend and slowly whispered into his ears balancing on her toes.

"My Royal Enfield Himalayan, 411cc bike," Shivaay whispered back to her making her glow in happiness.

With her sudden satisfaction, she planted a loud kiss on her husband's cheek making him go all rosiness.  Rudra rolled his eyes at the public display of affection. Not meeting his eyes, Annika shyly asked him.

"Will you take me for a long drive? From Leh to Manali, it's my bucket list."

"Definitely. First, let's handle my dumbbell brother." He hushed her back.

"How? When? What long?" Rudra questioned without waiting for them to complete their loving talks.

"Listen, Rudy, I and your brother liked each other since our childhood. Before he travelled to Canada we both promised to take this seriously. And considering our family differences we got married in a temple. We are just waiting for his stable work later we thought of informing our parents. Is it wrong Rudy? Is it wrong to love?" Annika teared up, struggling to show her fake tears.

Whereas Shivaay stood dumbfounded with her acting level. Previously, he had doubts regarding how she ended up marrying him despite not knowing him perhaps privately supervising her dramas he understood. Busy in his thoughts he didn't realize that she was nudging him until she kicked his shin to speak up.

"Ohh that's the reason, Bhaiya never tried his hand in girls. I am always in your support, you both don't need to worry about papa. I will handle it." 

"Thank Rudra. Papa knows about us but we especially Sonu is waiting till her graduation." Shivaay added highlighting her nickname.

"I'm so happy." As Rudra welled up both Annika and Shivaay felt guilty of lying to him however they didn't realise how it would pay them incoming the future.

"Bye have fun. I don't want to be chachu too soon." Rudra yelled to them as they crossed the road travelling to their destination.

[Trans- Uncle]

"Don't forget to use protection." Shivaay turned his face away being embarrassed as his brother shouted loud enough to be audible to the by-passers.

*****
How was it?
See Rudra is SMRT. Intelligent than Om. Do tell me your opinion.

What's your dream?
I would love to travel the world one day. Like solo road trips.

:-P