Recap : Ishana-Sharan moment, Sharan jealous of Isha's bonding with his sisters

At the Dining Table

Sharan's POV

I walked into the dinning room to have my breakfast only to be surprised to find the table filled with delicacies. Is this a feast or what? How did the maid manage to make all these dishes and that too this early? Usually she won't prepare this much food items.... Anyway good for me.

My mouth was watering looking at all of them so I picked a spoon up and tasted one of the dishes."Dad where did you buy this food? Our cook's food does not taste this good." I asked him.

"Bhaiyya you are right. Janaki aunty didn't prepare these dishes. She is on leave today" Varna told me.

"Do you like the food bhaiyya?" Veena asked me with a teasing smile.

"Sure do. How many dishes are there here?" I questioned back.

"The full credit goes to Ishudi. She prepared it." Veena answered my earlier query but suddenly I didn't want to eat the food anymore. Why is she doing all this? I certainly don't want her to and god! I just appreciated her cooking. What a fool I am!!!

"Who gave you the permission to enter the kitchen? I don't remember appointing you as a cook." I shouted at her when she came out from the kitchen.

"What are you saying Sharan?" came my dad's voice when she didn't answer my question.

"I am talking to you?" I shouted pointing towards Isha.

"Well I am waiting for you to tell me whether I have to answer this question or not" she answered back to me, instigating me more.

"Sharan why are you shouting at her for no reason?" dad tried to calm me down again.

"It's okay uncle. I'll answer his question. Somebody here just can't accept any favors or act of goodwill." came her reply which angered me more. Is she doing all this to provoke me? Can't I have some peace even at home?

"Will you stop all that nonsense and just answer?" I asked again while trying to control my temper.

"Sharan, I don't want to make you angry. Your cook is on leave today so I decided to cook breakfast today. That's all. Uncle did ask me not to do at first but then I convinced him to let me. You can't appreciate the gesture then be silent. By insulting me you are only losing your value." She started her lecture.

What the hell she is thinking about herself? How can she speak to me like this? She is now staying in my home and questioning me....no way...

"Bhaiyya don't make an issue. The food is really nice and we want to have it." Varna's request cooled me down but she needs to know that this isn't accepted.

"Fine. You like it so have it but I am not going to" I announced.

"Sharan I know that you have no issue with the food. Why are you behaving like this?" dad asked me. Even I haven't been able to figure that out that. The problem here is that this idiot here is trying to provoke me.

"It's okay uncle. I will apologize" Isha said irritating me. Why does she have to act 'nice' all the time. She and her ways of getting sympathy from my dad and sisters...I am rude and she is the one who invented love....there is no wonder why everyone supporting her... Idiot...!!!

"No Ishu. You shouldn't say sorry when you haven't done anything wrong" dad stopped her. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. That means I am the one who did wrong in the eyes of my dad too....

"Uncle, saying sorry does not make you small. It only adds to our value" Isha added. And that adds my anger....she again started..

"Bhaiyya please eat, at least for us" Veena said.
I looked at my sisters face.. They both are worried. I don't want to make them sad.

"Fine. But I am eating only for my sisters" and to escape that lecture, I thought silently. I can see a smile at the corner of her lips. Did she think that she won? If she did then she has a thing coming. Like I would let her win.

"Ishu come sit." Dad called her and she sat down to have breakfast.

I don't say anything else. I know that nobody will support me. Even my sisters are on her side so I just ignored her.

"Ishudi. This food is so delicious. I should learn how to cook from you." Varna said and dad smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you" Ishana agreed. I got irritated instantly and Veena noticed my expressions.

"Bhaiyya today college ends at twelve o'clock. There is some staff meet" she tried to change the topic.

"Okay. I will send the driver to pick you up."

I had some food and left to work.

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In the evening

Sharan's POV

When I came back home from office I heard some giggles coming from the kitchen. When I went there to check I saw that all three of them were doing something which looked like cooking. Just when I was about to leave Varna screamed in pain and I went closer to them.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"Nothing bhaiyya. Just a small burn" she replied gesturing towards her hand.

I saw burn mark on her hand and my eyes became red. If any of my sister get hurted, it's my failure. A single scar on their body can make me an animal...My blood started boiling in anger...

"We were just learning to cook. As it was the first time.." Veena said looking at my angry expression.

"Shut up. Who asked you to learn cooking? Did I ever ask you to prepare anything in all these years? We have a cook to do all this. You don't need to enter the kitchen." I shouted at her.
"More over you are not the maids of this house to cook and serve everyone unlike others who are trying to get into every kitchen without permission..."I said clearly indicating my anger for Ishana.

"Sharan, calm down. It is just a small wound. Come with me Varna. Let us apply some ointment to it." Isha said.

She was calm and cool... why should she bother when my sister is hurting? She forgot that she is the only reason for all this.

"You idiot. Are you a doctor to treat her? Come Varna let's go to the hospital." I shouted at her.
"Bhaiyya.. it's nothing..."Varna said to pacify me.

Seeing my sister taking her side made me more furious.
"This idiot harmed you...now don't make her saint.."I said to Varna.

"Sharan why would I try to harm her. I would never hurt either of them" she gave me her stupid excuse.

"Stop it. You are the reason behind all these. First you hurt them and now you are arguing with me. Are you taking revenge for the morning incident from my sisters?"I said, not thinking very clearly.

Her eyes filled with tears at my accusation and she left the kitchen.

"Bhaiyya, it's my mistake. She told me several times to stay away from the fire but I didn't pay attention to her words." Varna said once she left.

"How can you talk like that with somebody? We didn't expect this from you bhaiyya." Veena added while I stood there like a statue.

"Angels..I.." I tried to say.

"No bhaiyya. I don't want to hear anything now. Come, lets go Varna" Veena looked away from me.

To say that I was shocked is an understatement. My sisters are scolding me, for the first time and that too for that idiot. I will apologize to her if that's what my sisters want me to do. I can never let them think anything bad about me.

I walked to Ishana's room only to see her crying.

"Isha please listen to me" I started in a low voice to which she raised her hand indicating me to stop.

"Isha, my intention was not to hurt you. I just couldn't control my anger when I saw my sister's pain. When they are hurt, I lose all control over myself." I tried again.

Finally she got up from the bed and stood in front of me.

"Sharan I can understand your love for your sisters but.." she paused.

"But what?" I enquired.

"I can't understand you" she said.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked her confused.

"You might be a good brother Sharan but if you think that this is love then you are wrong" She told him.

"If this is not love then what is this?" I don't even know why I am indulging in this conversation. At least my voice came out taunting.

" 'This' is selfishness. You are only thinking about yourself. You need to understand that your sisters have a life too and you can't destroy their life and happiness in order to assure yourself." That was Sharan's limit.

"Shut up, you bloody.." It took all of my will power to stop myself from speaking further.

"Why did you stop? Complete it Sharan" she said.

"I don't want to talk to you" why did I even try to talk till now? I tried to leave but she held my arm.

"Answer my question and then leave Sharan. If it was my hands which had gotten burnt, would you have accused your sisters for trying to harm me intentionally?" Her words confused me.

"Consider me as a normal acquaintance and not as your enemy while answering this question" She added.

I didn't say anything and left the room after pulling my arm free.

I don't have an answer. Just because I wouldn't have scolded them for burning her hands doesn't mean that my love for them is nothing but my selfishness. She is wrong.

But her accusation didn't leave me completely. What would have I do if her hands burnt instead of Varna's?

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When I step down for dinner I notice that the atmosphere in the dinning room is as usual. Isha's idle chatter and dad's usual attentiveness to them, Seems like nobody told him about what happened in the morning.

My sisters look at me and pouted.

Seeing their expressions Isha walked over to them."He did apologize to me" she whispered and they immediately grinned at me. I wanted to thank Isha for getting them back to me. But remembering about her question, I stopped. Because I couldn't find an answer for that question till now.

She then walked towards me as I left that place and both of us stopped at the balcony.

She started as soon as we got there without any other preface."Forget the earlier conversation Sharan. You are the best brother in the world" she said and her words gave me a sense of pride.

"I just wanted to tease you, that's exactly why I asked you that question" but even as she said that I knew that she had been right and that she had meant it when she had posed that question to me. Just as I was about to point that out she cut my sentence off and continued speaking.

"It's not selfishness Sharan. It's love. I am sure that no other sister in this world is lucky enough to experience this type of love. You don't need to answer my question. I was the one who was wrong" My anger elevated with every word of hers. I was almost blind with rage. She was right but yet she was taking the blame on her. She started to walk away and I snatched her elbow and gave it jerk towards myself.

She slipped and caught herself, one hand on my shoulder the other resting on my chest.

"Why are you trying to console me. I know you are right."My voice was shaky even to myself. All of my anger cooled down at once, leaving me feeling empty.

I turned my face away as I don't know from where tears started filling my eyes. God, what am I? A teenage girl.

She cupped my face with her palms."Hey, are you crying?" she asked me with a smile on her lips.

At those words I scowled at her but I didn't leave her. I was feeling..I don't know 'fine'? Anger is a very uncomfortable emotion. It takes all your peace away and not feeling even a little angry after a long time, put me at ease. I couldn't figure out what is happening to me.

"Hey where is that Mr. I'm always right - you don't know anything about me - stay away from my sisters stating person. I want to fight with Mr.Rude, not this-" she indicated towards my crying face"-Sharan" she said.

"Isha, I tried to answer your question but I didn't find any answer" I told her and a serious expression took her face.

"You don't have to search for an answer. I'll give you one, Okay?" she asked while wiping my tears. I felt like a kindergarten kid while nodding in response.

"Sharan you love your sisters. It's not selfishness, you genuinely care for them but you don't care for anybody else. You don't give a shit about what happens to anybody but your family. Not even under the label of humanity. You are the best person for your sisters but you don't even treat others as humans.

If I had cut my hand you might or might not have cared. It's just that you are extremely careful when it comes to your sisters but you don't even care a little when it comes to others" She stated and I realized that it is true.

"And if my hand have burnt, you would have definitely care for me... but wouldn't have scold your sisters even if they are the reason...that doesnt mean you are cruel or selfish...it's just that your sisters are special for you.."she said with her usual smile.

I wiped my tears. I don't care about anybody else. That's it. I love my sisters, it's not selfishness. I resisted the urge to jump around pumping my fist in a demonstration of victory.

"Now don't cry, Okay?" she said like she was talking to a small kid with her index-finger pointed at me but there was a teasing glint in her eyes.

I scowled at her and moved towards her in a threatening way and she ran away from there laughing. I couldn't resist the smile from coming on my face as I saw her retreating form.

We had dinner that she had prepared and left to sleep. I had a peaceful sleep after a long, long time.

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Final Editing Done On: 14/10/2018

Edited By: k21pt11