"Lakshman bhaiyya," Sita called out to her devar, eliciting a smile from him as he obediently approached her.
"Yes, Bhabhi? Is there anything you need?" Lakshman asked her with his head bent down and his hands folded in respect.
"No, I do not need anything, but I am quite miffed with you," Sita said, her eyes twinkling. Lakshman looked shocked and concerned.
"Have I done something wrong, Bhabhi? Please do forgive me, it was done unknowingly."
Sita stifled an urge to giggle at his innocence. "I do not know whether I should forgive you or not."
"Perhaps - perhaps you can tell me what I did wrong?" Lakshman asked with confusion, "If I know what my mistake was, I can try to rectify it."
"Alright," said Sita, taking pity on him, "You committed a very big mistake! Your Sita Bhabhi cooked breakfast for you and your brother, and you did not partake of it at all!"
Lakshman smiled bashfully. "Forgive me, Bhabhi. There was so much work to be done, and -"
"Work can wait, putr, but a hungry stomach cannot," Sita chided him with a stern look, but then she smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. "No go, have some breakfast and then continue your work. This is your Bhabhi's order."
"Then how can I fail but fulfill it?" Lakshman responded with a chuckle, "Alright Bhabhi, you win as usual. I will take a small break, but a very small one, mind you."
"That is all I can ask," was Sita's mirthful response.