A/N: So... I'm back with a prompt given by anonymous running the smzs_fanfics_fanpage soo... yeah, enjoy!
The lockdown had been extended till the end of he month due to a spike in cases and honestly, everyone were started to feel bored and probably annoyed by the pandemic. There were no fixed office hours as you were at home anyways, meetings are held with zoom calls, and then comes the numerous phone calls filled with doubts which won't even let you eat in peace.
But even amidst all this, there are a few people who are as bored as hell, like our Kartik, who was trying to learn some new talents via YouTube and Instagram and his lab rat? Aman, who was slowly getting fed up of all this experiments on him. And today, his aim was to...
"Aman! Please let me give you a haircut! It's looks like an overgrown bush!" Kartik demanded as he sat opposite Aman, who was calmly reading a magazine.
"Aaj nahi Kartik, shaam mein meeting hai. And I can't risk my hair" Aman said as he flipped a page and Kartik pouted. "Baby please! I promise that you'll look good! Just one try na please?" Kartik whined and Aman looked up... big mistake on his part as who could let down Kartik with those eyes? Definitely not Aman.
And so he ended up on a swivel chair with a towel wrapped around his neck as Kartik loomed above him with a marker in one hand and his phone on the other.
"What is that for?"Aman asked warily, staring at the marker in his hands. "Mark kar raha hoon ki kahaan cut karni hai" he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world while eyeing his hair critically before drawing a few lines.
And then the cutting started. The scissors snipped through the hair and often the sounds of a hair shaver was heard and Aman was really not looking forward to the outcome he was going to get out of Kartik.
And his fears came to life as Kartik handed him the mirror. Aman was now sporting a haphazard excuse of a mohawk with patches of hair left in tiny tufts on the sides of it.
"Doesn't it look cute?" Kartik teased as he pinched Aman's cheek, who swatted the hand away and glared at him. "What is the meaning of this?" he gritted out.
"Tumhe yeh pasandh nahi aayi kya?" Kartik asked, pulling his best puppy dog eyes and took a picture of Aman and sent it to Rajni. "Aaj shaam meeting hai Kartik... aise kaise jaa saktha hoon main?" Aman asked with a sigh
"Kya bura hai haircut mein?" Kartik asked in a faux innocent voice. "It would've been better agar tum completely shave kardiya hota... Kartik no!" Aman said as he saw the look in his eyes as he lifted the razor but it was to late.
Five minutes later Aman is staring at the mirror in horror as Kartik takes more pics of him and sends them to the family group, proudly messaging them about his achievement as Aman thinks about what is going to happen in the meeting.
The phone rings and Aman picks it up without looking at the caller id... he 3rd (or was it the 4th) big mistake of the day. And he put the phone on speaker... double bad move.
"Aman! Kya naya hairstyle hai yeh?" Rajni asked immdiately. "Kartik ko drums practice karne ke liye kiya tha kya? He has been asking me to buy a drum for him for a really long time you know." she said and Kartik perked up and raced to the kitchen as Aman facepalmed.
"Goggle! Mazaak kyon kar rahe ho! This is really a serious problem!" Aman shouted into the phone as he cut off the speaker. "Arey bhai, haircut ko compliment karne ke liye hi phone kiya tha maine. You look so cute in that. So bye!" she said and cut the call and Aman sighs as he watches Kartik run back with two drumsticks in his hand.
"Kartik, no" Aman said as Kartik ended the vegetable and Kartik ignored it and bonged it softly on Aman's head repeatedly. "Kaisa hai massage?" he asked after a while. Aman, who was trying to ignore Kartik, got up and roared before chasing him all over the house till they were both panting for breath.
"Aman babu, meeting ke liye time ho chuki hai. You only have an hour left..." Kartik said and Aman groaned as he got up and went about to get ready.
When Aman arrived for the meeting, the bosses stared at him before smiling. "Kids huh?" one of them asked and Aman sighed. "I have ended up with a man child as a husband so... yeah, something like that" he said and they all had a laugh as they complimented the bald head, which had been turned into a colourful canvas courtesy Kartik, using sharpies.
'Well... its not as bad as the mohawk right? And kept Kartik occupied for a while so... maybe it was worth it.' Aman thought. And yeah, it really could've gone worse. Plus he got his revenge that night with a sharpie tattooed face of Kartik so... yeah. Revenge is definitely sweet.
A/N: Hope you all like it! All comments and criticisms accepted and appreciated! Prompts are welcome! Plus this is a prompt book so... please gimme some!
Thank you all for reading!
Rasi10 signing off
Published on 19 July 2020