Morning sunlight slipped into Barfi's room 🌞—
warm, gentle, almost careful.
Barfi opened his eyes slowly…
and for one soft moment, he wondered if yesterday had been a dream.
Psychos 😈
A mafia mansion 🏯
Mochi carrying drunk Laddu like a baby 🫂
Walter eating an entire kitchen 🍲🍜🍛
Barfi rubbed his face.
"…What a dream…"
Then he turned his head—
🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁
Twenty gift bags stared back at him.
Barfi exhaled.
"No… not a dream."
👕 A DIFFERENT BARFI 👕
He stood up and chose carefully.
✨ A crisp sky-blue shirt
👖 New jeans
👟 Clean shoes
🧥 A soft jacket
And finally—
⌚ The watch.
He strapped it on his wrist and smiled softly.
"Thank you, Laddu…"
He picked up the note Laddu had left:
"Wear something nice.
Stop looking homeless.
Also drink water."
Barfi shook his head, smiling fondly 😊.
☕ CAFÉ REACTIONS ☕
As he walked downstairs, something felt… different.
Customers looked up 👀.
A woman sipping tea smiled.
"Barfi beta, you look so handsome today!" 💐
A man folded his newspaper.
"New style? Very classy!" 📰✨
Barfi scratched his cheek shyly.
"Ah… thank you, uncle…"
At the corner table, Walter was already at work.
"And then the frog was THIS big!" 🐸
"And I fought it with ONLY a spoon!" 🥄
The little girl clapped excitedly.
"Walter uncle! You're amazing!" 🌟
Barfi leaned in and whispered,
"Sir… please don't teach children lies."
Walter whispered back proudly,
"Children need imagination!"
"They need truth."
Walter puffed his chest.
"I am truth."
Barfi left before his brain melted 🫠.
🚲 LADDU STRIKES AGAIN 🚲
Barfi stepped into the parking area—
And froze.
There it was.
🚲 A brand-new bicycle
🎀 Soft pastel color
🧺 A small basket in front
🎀 Pink ribbons on the handles
A girl's model.
Barfi stared.
"…Laddu."
"Of course."
He placed one hand on his forehead.
"Why do you love trolling me…?" 😮💨
But his lips curved upward anyway 😊.
He hopped on.
The seat was comfortable.
The wheels smooth.
He pedaled forward—
☕ HAWK JUDGES SILENTLY ☕
And suddenly—
Hawk stepped into view, holding coffee like a tired father on a Monday morning ☕😐.
Hawk looked at Barfi.
Then the bicycle.
Then the ribbons 🎀.
Then Barfi again.
"…You look good," Hawk said dryly.
"On a girl's bicycle."
Barfi groaned.
"It's not a girl bicycle… it's just… cute."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Pink ribbons."
"It's… aerodynamic."
"A basket."
Barfi whispered,
"For books…"
Hawk smirked.
Barfi sighed.
🗼 THE LIGHTHOUSE IS DEAD 🗼
Hawk took a sip of coffee.
"This morning, I took my team to the lighthouse."
Barfi swallowed.
"…And?"
Hawk stared into the distance.
"It looked like it hadn't been opened for a hundred years."
Barfi froze.
Hawk continued calmly:
"Everything broken."
"Weapons everywhere."
"Chairs ripped."
"Blood on walls."
"Bullet holes."
"Shattered windows."
"…No exit."
Barfi whispered nervously,
"…Sir… you cleaned it?"
Hawk nodded.
"Yes."
Then added firmly:
"And we are never going there again."
Barfi covered his face.
"Yes, sir." 🙏
Hawk turned to leave.
"You going to college?"
Barfi nodded.
"Good. Stay safe."
"And don't meet psychos again."
Barfi laughed weakly.
"Sir… psychos follow me."
"I know," Hawk replied, walking away.
🎓 A NORMAL DAY 🎓
Barfi reached campus.
People looked at him differently today 👀.
New clothes.
Clean look.
A watch.
A little confidence.
He attended every class 📚.
No teacher insulted him today.
He took notes ✍️.
Solved problems.
Helped a struggling student.
He felt…
Normal.
Peaceful 🌿.
📖 LAVENDER 📖
After class, Barfi went to the library.
He placed his books down 📚, opened a notebook—
And smelled something soft.
🌸 Lavender.
He looked up—
Miko stood there.
Hair tied neatly.
Eyes sparkling ✨.
Smile small, warm, careful.
She whispered,
"Barfi-san… may I sit with you?"
Barfi blinked.
His heart skipped.
"Y-Yes… of course…"
She sat beside him, placing her notes down.
"Thank you," she said softly.
And just like that—
The quiet library felt warmer ☀️.
Calmer.
Closer.
Barfi stared at his notebook, unable to focus.
Because something new had begun.
Or something dangerous.
And he couldn't tell which. 💭💗