'Ayra!' A voice came from the kitchen. Since it was early morning, so sun was in his usual favorite spot which is above the horizon and also in its most beautiful color ever...

The day was normal like any other day. A slow music was coming from the living room. Not devotional but acoustic. Unknowingly, Dikshit sang along with the singer. It was so pleasant for him that he could listen to it like thousand times every day. The song captivates him more every time the angelic voice comes up.

A sleepyhead came into the living room. Actually dragged herself to the living room. She greeted her brother with 'Good Morning' and sat on the couch. Her face lit up when she heard the singer's voice. He was her favorite member. ' As expected..... You're my obedient brother', a proud grin could be seen over Ayra's face. ' Hey I just liked your suggestion okay?' Dikshit replied annoyingly. ' Yeah you never agree'rolling her eyes she walked into the kitchen. ' Let's go' her brother said turning off the tap.

The morning breeze was enough to erase their sleepiness. Not their, 'her' sleepiness. She matched her pace with Dikshit and looked forward.' Are you going to start your first day today?' Ayra asked while jogging. 'Yes, but I'm really very nervous'her brother said while looking straight. 'It's natural dude as it's your first job. Be confident and give your best'advising her brother like a mother. ' You'll be able to manage right? 'Cause I won't be able to give you much time' Dikshit asked with worried eyes. ' I agree that I'm your cute little princess, but I'm not an adolescent anymore. I can take care of myself and yes stop pampering me!' Pouting Ayra was all Dikshit cherished in his life. He couldn't believe that his sister grew so much until he lost the track of time.

It was the month of January. Mist was all over the neighborhood. Young girls and boys were mostly carrying out the exercises. Few old men sat on the benches provided in the park, enjoying the lovely atmosphere. After covering the whole park five times and bit of exercise, both the siblings were now returning home. They were huffing. This part of the day used to be their favorite.

On reaching home, Ayra dashed towards her room and Dikshit went inside the kitchen. As usual, he started preparing the tea and breakfast for themselves.Ayra came into the living room after thirty minutes, wiping her face with a towel. She sat on one of the chairs placed at the dining table and took the newspaper for reading which was on the table. ' It is becoming a serious matter'she said while reading an article. 'Still people don't give a damn about it'.Dikshit placed her tea in front of her and went to take bath.Ayra sipped her cup of tea while blowing over it. She finished drinking and went to wash the cup in the kitchen.Meanwhile, Dikshit returned and asked his sister to serve the breakfast.Ayra followed her brother's instruction and began placing the food items on the table.Dikshit entered into the living room while fixing tie. ' Is it good?' Ayra turned her head towards his direction. A smile appeared on her face. ' Oh who am I seeing right now. Is he my all-rounder brother'.Dikshit has always been the hero of his sister. She treasured him more than anything in this world.

Ayra fixed the collar of her brother's shirt. She patted on his shoulder. ' You look stunning' winking at him.Dikshit blushed because his sister knows how to compliment him. ' You start,I will go and change' then Ayra went to her room. Dikshit started eating, glancing at his wristwatch time to time. The watch showed 7:10 a.m Ayra came and sat to have her breakfast. ' So when will you be coming home? ' 'No idea. I may come early or late…Depends on my schedule' Dikshit answered. ' So from today onwards I'll return alone ' taking a bite of her sandwich. ' Yeah, take metro as it will be safe and fast. Send a message when you reach.' Dikshit finished eating and went to wash his hands. He noticed his sister's sad face. ' If possible I shall give you a ride on our way back home. Will notify beforehand.' Ayra gave a thumbs-up' You're the best!'

Both got ready to leave.Dikshit has to go now to begin his career as an employee of marketing department. He wore a milky white shirt with a pair of coal-black trousers. He was excited. He took his new office bag and called Ayra. Both of them stood near the shoe stand. 'You know, I've always felt proud of you. Today seeing you in this office outfit makes me the happiest person. You achieved your dream and that too at your desired company...... Thank you for being my brother' Ayra became nostalgic. Dikshit wore his newly polished shoes and so did Ayra. Dikshit hugged her tightly and rubbed her back. ' This happened since you were there.Otherwise, I would have been by now doing the household chores. ' They chuckled and released themselves. ' It's time to shine' ' Let's get it!' Both cheered up and closed the door of their home.

Dikshit uncovered his bike and went to put down the cover in its place. Ayra checked her cell phone and heaved a sigh of relief. She mentally slapped herself for worrying so much about the assignment she made regarding social structure. She was anxious if the professor would scold her for stating negative things about the society. Well no one dares to reveal the dark side of society... Anyway putting her phone inside her navy-blue bag, she straightened her outfit. She was wearing a light-yellow full sleeves top with a pair of black jeans. Her hair was tied up as a bun with a black hairband showing her face clearly. Dikshit rode his bike and started the engine after inserting the key. Both wore their respective helmets. Ayra sat behind him and they set off.

On the way Ayra brought her mouth close to his brother's left ear and literally shouted while saying ' You should be grateful to me. ' Feeling somewhat proud within. ' Why? ' Dikshit instantly asked. ' Well you won't believe me. ' Ayra shrugged her shoulders. He wondered if he again fell on her so-called trap or what as she has a habit of joking. ' That's because all the pupils in my college just can't take their eyes off of you idiot! To them, you're the most charming and eligible guy. Every morning you drop me off, all of them no matter what they are doing stop themselves to drool over your beauty. Maybe it's the best time of their day. ' Ayra smirked. ' But I didn't notice, ' not understanding her. ' It is because you're stupid! ' Dikshit rolled his eyes. He further questioned her ' Wait what's that to do with my gratefulness? ' Ayra explained ' Just know you've a got a long queue of faculties for your marriage. ' Ayra laughed. ' I'm done sis. ' Dikshit can never win over her, and he knew it.

Nobody can disagree that Dikshit is indeed the ideal man. He has a smooth skin and a well-toned physique. He has got strong muscles and abs enough for any girl or boy to fall for him. His waist is so tiny that anyone can pull him for embrace at one go. Also, it seems that he can be blown away by wind judging by his weight.He used to be the ultimate crush during his school and college life. Not because he is good-looking but has got a gentle personality and was cooperative. He was the favorite of every teacher since he was a diligent student who used to rank in every subject. Many used to envy him due to his popularity but the number of fans of him outnumbered them. He often got proposals but none of them were successful. This did not hamper him. All viewed it positively. He focused on his studies only. That does not mean he was unenthusisastic. He used to attend functions organized by the institution and invited by his friends. He just kept everything balanced knowing the limit. In sports too he was excellent. Maximum students used to gather when Dikshit was there. As you can see his presence mattered a lot.......

It was a thirty-minutes ride and now they entered the college campus.Dikshit halted and his sister got off. ' Work hard dear.You got me. ' Dikshit said while taking his sister's helmet from her. ' I know since you're my brother. ' Ayra pulled her brother's cheek lightly. Dikshit said ' goodbye' to her and left for his first ever job.