Virat arrived home after a long night. Instead of the warm welcome he expected, an intervention was waiting for him.
As he opened the door, his brother Vinod was sitting in the corner chair, looking like a shivering quail trying to be solemn.
Virat had an ominous feeling as soon as he saw that.
His gaze moved forward, only to see his mother and father seated in the sofa opposite his brother.
" Take a seat. " His father said angrily.
Virat knew his game was up. Vikram did not give any great punishment, because he knew Vinod will spill the beans at some point !
Damn ! his brother can't keep his mouth shut for his life.
As expected, the usual shower of scoldings began.
