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Aryan hugged Haider and hid his face in his abdomen...
"Rubb it's hurt okay" The nurse was not fluent in English so she tried her best to make them understand
Haider nodded his head... The nurse left the room leaving the tray there on the table
Haider rubbed the area gently after adjusting his clothes... He frowned when he felt his shirt getting wet
"Oii!! Aryan" Haider said in shock as he broke the hug just to see Aryan crying...
"Mat Kar!" He sniffed and hugged him again hiding his face...
"Yar ro to mat!" Haider tried to break the hug but Aryan just tightened his grip
"Mat Kar na please abhi thori Deir aise hi reh" Aryan said in a teary voice...
"Acha Acha relax" Haider mumbled and continued rubbing his back...
After a few minutes, Haider broke the hug and saw Aryan still sobbing silently...
"Aryan bs Kar na kyu ro Raha ha itna Tu?" Haider said softly
"Dard ho Raha ha Yaar" he whined with tears and laid down straight but hissed harshly when his back touched the bed
"Aram sa! Acha ro mat mujhay Acha Nahi Lagta Tujhe rota hua dekhna" Haider mumbled whipping his tear-soaked face...
"Tu bs bakwas karta hua hi Acha Lagta ha kutta!" he teased and Aryan smiled weakly
"Dafa ho mesna!" he said making Haider laugh
"Acha Aryan yar mein bhaijaan ko call Kar ke sab bata Raha Hun," Haider said and Aryan's eyes widened
"Kyuuu! ab to mein na shot bhi la liya Yaar itna zalim jab sa ho Gaya Tu Sab Sahi kehta ha Hitler hi ha tu" he made a crying face...
"Abey pagal ha kya Tu? Tere shikayat Nahi laga Raha... Sirf bhaijaan ko inform Kar Raha Hun agar unko pata Chala Ka I hid all this from him he will skin me alive" he made a horrified face
"Par agar unko pata Chala to he will skin me alive" he said with the same expression
"Yar Tu pehla hi beemar ha upar sa dard ma bhi tujhay Lagta ha bhaijaan tujhay dantein ga bhi?" He made an annoyed face
"Agar dant Diya ya mara to? Mujhay pehla hi boht Ziyada dard ho Raha ha mein aur dard bardasht Nahi Kar sakta" he made a crying face
"Abe idiot don't forget bhaijaan is a big softie... Rona to chor Tu unko samne aik bar hiss bhi Kare ga na to Woh tujhe aise pyaar aur pamper karein jese tera operation ho Gaya ho... Take a chill pill yar Tu bhaijaan ko janta to ha ache sa" he explained
"Acha Kar le call par mein bata Raha Hun agar unhon na Kuch bhi kaha to mein keh dun ga Tu na mana Kiya tha batane sa...done?" Haider rolled his eyes at his scared brother
"Hn hn keh dena" he took his phone out and called Ali while Aryan started rubbing his back which was still hurting a lot
The pain was so intense that he could not even move his leg...
"Assalam u Alikum bhaijaan" Haider said and waited for the reply
"Wa Alikum salam Haider kya hua koi masala ha why are you sounding so worried" Haider smiled in amusement
Ali just needed to hear their voice and he knew something was going on
"Woh bhaijaan-" he explained everything that happened...
"Ab theek ha woh?... Baat karwao mere" Ali said in a worried voice
Haider handed the phone to Aryaan who shook his head with a scared look...
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Rishton Ki Dor
General FictionThis is a joint family story where everyone loves each other to no extent Join their journey to learn how the elder brothers deal with the younger brats...
