Ch10 Not a Burglar #3
Evening had come, but Rudraksh still had not returned home. He was probably still angry. I sat in my room trying to read a book, but nothing could hold my attention. No matter what happens, I am determined to fulfill my dream of becoming a lawyer.
I closed the book and said aloud, “Why is it always me who has to focus on my career? Why can’t my career focus on me for once? A relationship is supposed to be two way, right?”
My mind refused to settle on studying. First there was Rudraksh’s anger, then the worry about how and when to tell Nanu and Nani, and on top of that the thought that I will have no time to study tomorrow.
First the fast, and then the whole day will be spent preparing the idol of Mother Gauri at home.
I will be busy all day, and on top of everything, that Mr. Potato has stormed off somewhere in his anger.
It is already eight in the evening and he still has not come back.
Just then, I realized there was no water in my room. Feeling thirsty, I went downstairs to get some. I drank quickly, filled the jug, and started climbing back upstairs. But as soon as I reached the doorway of my room, my steps froze.
Through the window, I saw a man sneaking inside. My heart jumped into my throat. Is this a thief? I thought. The room was pitch dark, shadows stretching across every corner. How dare anyone try to steal anything with me around? My imagination ran wild.
I quickly spotted a wooden rod lying nearby—a leftover from a servant cleaning. Perfect, I thought. Grabbing it tightly, I readied myself. As the man stepped fully inside, I shouted, “Jai Mata Di!” and swung the rod with all my might.
The man screamed and flailed, completely taken by surprise. He hit the ground with a loud thud. My heart was racing, my hands trembling, but I felt victorious. I had saved the house!
Suddenly, the lights in the room flicked on. And there stood Rudraksh, leaning casually, giving me that calm, knowing look. My jaw dropped. “Look! This thief… was trying to get inside!” I exclaimed, pointing at the man on the floor.
The man groaned and stammered, “I
I’m not a thief, ma’am…”
Rudraksh’s voice was sharp, but amused, “Vyom, you idiot! Why are you sneaking in here?”
I froze completely. He knows him? I thought, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. “Uh… you know him? This… thief?” I asked hesitantly, barely keeping my composure.
Rudraksh turned to me, eyes trying not to laugh, “He’s no thief. That’s my friend and secretary, Vyom. And you… just beat him up with a wooden rod thinking he was a burglar.”
My jaw dropped. The rod slipped from my hands, and I felt a wave of guilt and shock wash over me. My poor aim!
Vyom groaned, clutching his back and rolling on the floor, “Bhabhi… instead of a warm welcome, I got this wooden rod! My back… my poor back! You could have killed me!”
I gasped, mortified, “I I’m so, so sorry! I had no idea! I thought you were a thief… but… sneaking in through the balcony? Who does that?”
Vyom, still groaning but smiling faintly, replied, “Bhabhi, this is my routine! I always sneak in like this, but today… you really outdid yourself. I didn’t expect a full-on assault!”
Rudraksh, trying not to laugh, scolded him, “You knew I wouldn’t be alone. My wife is here! And you come sneaking in? Madness!”
Vyom shrugged with a mischievous grin, “Alright, alright… fine. But I forgot my manners since your wife was here. You know… childhood memories, brother. I used to draw for you all the time… and today, your wife gave me a live demonstration of martial arts with a wooden rod!”
I couldn’t help but giggle. Rudraksh muttered under his breath, “Finally… my wife laughed. Some good came out of this.”
I lowered my gaze, cheeks burning, trying to hide my laughter.
Vyom waved his hand dramatically, “Okay, Bhabhi, romance aside… let’s get something straight. You can consider me your devar, lovingly and officially!”
I laughed and replied, “Nice to meet you, Vyom devar ji. I never expected to meet my new dewar by almost beating him to a pulp!”
Rudraksh, clearly fed up with all the theatrics, grabbed Vyom by the collar and dragged him along, while Vyom kept complaining, “Hey! I was going to explain myself! My poor back!”
I stood there, still gripping the fallen rod, trying not to collapse from laughter and shock.
My room, once quiet, had now turned into a comedy show.
A thief that wasn’t a thief, a wooden rod-wielding me, a furious-but-amused Rudraksh, and Vyom’s dramatic back complaints…
it was chaos. But somehow, in the middle of all that madness, I felt a strange warmth.
Rudraksh glanced at me, raising an eyebrow, “Next time, maybe aim a little less like a ninja?”
I muttered, still giggling, “Next time? Who says there’ll be a next time?”
Vyom, from behind Rudraksh, added with exaggerated drama, “Bhabhi… just for the record, I forgive you… this time. But your aim… deadly. Seriously.”
And with that, Rudraksh finally pulled Vyom away, leaving me standing there, trying to calm my racing heart.