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Raghav blinked just once. Then tilted his head in exaggerated deep thought, tapping his chin like a philosopher standing in the middle of a battlefield he himself created.
"Arey... par yeh toh garden hai..."
(But this is a garden...)
He slowly turned around, looking left, then right, then at the open pathways, the benches, the people strolling peacefully like normal human beings.
"Public place, you know..."
Then he squinted at both of them innocently. "How can you throw us out of here, hmm?"
A pause, then his eyes suddenly widened with fake realization. "Bolu ijaa se phone karke?"
(Should I call mother and tell her?)
He gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "Ki aapka bada beta 'sisun treatment' maang raha hai!"
(That your elder son is asking for nettle-stick treatment!)
Akshita immediately covered her mouth to suppress a laugh.
Agastya, however snapped at him.
"Ruk teri toh—"
(Just you wait)
His voice rose, sharp and dangerously calm at the same time as he stepped forward with long, firm strides.
"Batata hoon abhi treatment kya hota hai!"
(I'll show you right now what treatment actually means!)
Raghav took one dramatic step back, then another to save himself, then hid half behind Akshita like a cowardly squirrel.
But before Agastya could take another step , a hand caught his wrist. Soft and firm hand.
"Agastya."
His name , but not loud or harsh , that sound so soft , and the effect was immediate that he stopped completely, like someone had pressed pause button on him.
His eyes dropped instinctively to his wrist, to her hand. Then slowly lifted to her face.
For a fraction of a second, he gulped. A very small, almost invisible movement in his throat.
Then he composed himself instantly, straightening his posture, expression returning to its usual stern control.
Behind them, Raghav's lips curled into the most dangerous smirk of the day. He leaned slightly towards Akshita and murmured under his breath,"Major sahab..."
"Aapki kamzori toh mil gayi mujhe..."
(I've found your weakness...)
His eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Now just watch...I'll repay all my childhood revenge now."
Adrija, unaware of his whisper, finally turned towards Raghav and Akshita, folding her arms.
"Raghav... Akshita."
Her tone was calm and authoritative.
"Abhi tum log kahi aur jaakar ladho...I mean baatein karo"
(Now you two go somewhere else and fight...I mean talk)
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