Harry Potter : The Trinity of New era

Teja's POV:

"You were worse than me just minutes ago and now you are the one giving advises," I reminded them mirthlessly.

'Well, maybe I should slow down a bit. The highway is going to end soon.' I thought after checking my maps, 'The police in Kashmir are very strict, cause this area is prone to militant infiltration.'

Sravan had to consult his uncle in the Army about the situation here, to assure our families.

His uncle is a lieutenant, and his grandfather is the General in the army. They don't seem like their counterparts depicted in movies, who are cruel and greedy for control. They were pretty welcoming to us when we visited. Sravan is considered the kid of their household as they don't have one of their own. They lost the chance because of an accident.

Meeting the family, by the way, is one of the main reasons we planned a tour here.

~At the tea stall~

"Get us 2 coffee and 1 rose milk," I ordered the kid serving there.

"You should try coffee. It tastes good once you get a hang of it," Sriman suggested.

"It tastes like shit," I said, as I enjoyed my tea.

"Oh, so you actually tasted shit? I should have believed Sravan on this one," I could hear him murmuring.

'This bastard..' I could only grit my teeth in annoyance.

Ding..

I checked my notification panel. It was a message from the other idiot.

[Buy some biscuits for me. I am on a call with Mom. I'll be there in 5 minutes.

 How did you know we stopped at a tea stall?

I'm Omniscient. (Mu hahaha)

 Do figure out what I'm going to mix in your coffee.

]

I grinned at the last part before pocketing my phone.

Sriman POV:

"What did he say?" Sriman asked, sipping his tea.

"He's on the phone with Aunty," I replied, and signaling the server. "Bring three packs of biscuits, please. Get the ones with chocolate flavor"

Sriman suddenly asked, "When are you getting married?" completely out of nowhere.

I choked on my coffee, caught off guard by the random question. "Pfft... where did that come from?"

He grinned and shrugged. "I think it'd be healthy for you."

These guys never appreciate my attempts to socialize with women.

Just then, I heard a bike pulling up nearby. I turned to see Sravan approaching us, grinning widely.

"Why's this idiot so happy?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing at Sriman.

"Are they coming here?" Sriman asked Sravan, both of us guessing what was behind his good mood.

"Was I that obvious?" Sravan replied, clearly pleased. "They told me they'll meet us tomorrow."

"Where?" I asked, surprised. We were supposed to meet them on the fifth day. Well, good for him. It's been a month since they last met.

"At the ski spot," he said.

"Great! No change of plans then," Sriman said, clearly relieved that all the planning hadn't gone to waste.

At 5 AM in Khyber Resort, three men were engaged in different activities.

One had a chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and a well-groomed beard. His blue eyes were focused and intense. He was muscular and well-defined, with broad shoulders and a toned chest. His biceps and triceps stood out, and his abs were perfectly sculpted. He wore a fitted tank top highlighting his physique and a pair of athletic shorts. His high-performance running sneakers and fitness tracker completed the look. He was on a high-intensity workout, lifting weights with perfect form, sweat glistening on his skin—a testament to his dedication.

The second man had a handsome face with a strong, straight nose and full lips. His deep brown eyes were warm and inviting, almost golden in the light. Lean and athletic, his muscles were defined but not overly bulky. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he stood under a rain shower, water cascading over his head and body. His hair, wet and slicked back, added to his allure as he occasionally ran a hand through it.

The last man lay peacefully, his expression relaxed. His slightly tousled hair added a boyish charm to his strong features. His fit and lean physique showed visible muscle definition, even in sleep. He wore a simple, snug t-shirt that outlined his upper body and comfortable pajama pants. He lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath, the natural light from the window highlighting his face.

"Sravan, wake Teja and also put a towel on the shelf by the shower," Sriman reminded.

"Get up, lazybones. We don't have all day," Sravan said, tapping Teja's stomach.

"Ugh, I'm getting up. Just give me a minute," Teja mumbled, clutching his pillow tightly.

Sravan grabbed a bottle of cold water and poured a capful onto Teja.

"Damn it, Sravan! I said I was getting up," Teja yelled, as Sravan darted up the stairs, laughing.

Later, the three visited the waterfall and lake as planned, but skipped Tanmarg to spend more time skiing.

~At the Skiing area~

Sravan POV:

I was thrilled to say the least, about yesterday's surprise. According to our plan, we were supposed to visit their home on the fifth day. Grandpa and Uncle had duties until then, while Grandma and Aunty were stuck in Mumbai, unable to book tickets since we informed them a little late.

I haven't met them in years, and this would be a joyous occasion.

We arrived at the skiing area around 12:30 PM. I was in the parking lot, catching up on company news while waiting for them. When I saw a white Benz pull up in front of me, I pocketed my phone. Army personnel customized for Grandpa the car, with its sturdy glass and sleek frame. He often boasted that it could take on a tank. Old folks sure take pride in their vehicles.

"Hey champ, how've you been?" Grandpa greeted me with a hearty pat on the shoulder—his version of a pat was pretty strong.

Standing at an impressive 6 feet 5 inches, even in his early 70s, Grandpa commands respect. His face, lined with wrinkles, tells tales of battles fought and years served. His piercing gray eyes, though softened with age, still flash with intensity. Neatly trimmed silver hair hints at his disciplined life. He maintains a robust physique, with broad shoulders and a straight posture. Dressed in well-fitted casual clothes, his deep, resonant voice carries authority, tempered with wisdom and kindness. In social settings, he's reserved yet approachable, blending gravitas with warmth. He listens more than he speaks, but when he does, his words carry weight, reflecting the commanding officer he once was and the wise elder he's become.

"Ouch, that hurt, Grandpa," I winced at the sharp pain. "I've been great. How about you?"

"We've been well, son. How's your job?" Grandma asked in her soothing voice.

Grandma has a petite but commanding presence. A former businesswoman and investor, her sharp brown eyes exude intelligence. Her elegantly styled, silver-streaked hair reflects her meticulous nature. Graceful and active, she's often seen in chic, professional attire. Despite her stature, she carries herself with confidence and poise. Her voice is clear and decisive yet warm, making her a natural leader. She is engaging and articulate, making others feel valued. Her presence complements Grandpa's, blending strength and elegance, reflecting a life of achievement and wisdom.

"It's going well, Grandma. I might get promoted if my project gets the Chairman's approval," I said, moving behind her to escape Grandpa's 'pat of love.'

"Congratulations, Sravan. We'll throw a family party if you pull that off," I heard Aunty Vimala say as she congratulated me.

Aunty Vimala is a beautiful woman with a warm, compassionate aura. Her soft, expressive eyes radiate kindness and understanding. Her hair, often worn in loose waves, frames her face beautifully, adding to her natural charm. She works at a charity foundation, where her dedication and empathy shine. Her elegant yet approachable style, often seen in modest but fashionable clothing, reflects her inner grace and commitment to helping others. She is engaging and kind, easily making others feel comfortable and valued. Her presence is both calming and uplifting, embodying a blend of beauty, intelligence, and compassion that complements her husband's strength and leadership. Together with Uncle, they form a harmonious and supportive partnership, admired by those around them.

"Becoming an executive in just two years and getting your second promotion—it's definitely worth celebrating," Karthik Uncle added.

Uncle Karthik, standing at 6 feet tall, is a lieutenant general. He has a commanding presence, with a strong, athletic build inherited from his father. His sharp gray eyes mirror his father's intensity and wisdom. His neatly trimmed hair, just beginning to gray, adds to his distinguished appearance. Known for his leadership and strategic mind, he has earned respect and admiration from his peers and subordinates. His demeanor is calm and authoritative, yet approachable, making him an effective and inspiring leader.

"Thanks, mom," I replied to Aunty, as she liked to be called 'mom' instead of 'Aunt'

"How come you call her 'ma,' but you still call me 'Uncle' instead of 'Dad?'" he asked, playfully sulking.

"You promised me a bike of my choice if I got promoted, and it's been due for a year," I reminded him, pointing out his missed promise.

"I was planning to give it to you tonight," he said.

"Thanks, Dad," I replied, which seemed to irk him a bit despite being satisfied.

"Materialistic kid," he grumbled with a smile.

"Don't blame my son; it's your fault in the first place," Aunty scolded him. 

"Let's go inside. Kids shouldn't be left waiting," Grandpa suggested.

We had a great time together. Aunty had a hard time learning to ski. Surprisingly, Uncle and Grandpa weren't good at skiing despite being in the military zone with most snowy hills.

"I got promoted pretty fast because of my merits, and I didn't need to do some training courses," Uncle defended, trying to justify his lack of skills.

"Same for me and I had war merits, so I skipped some posts, thereby the training," Grandpa said, not at all embarrassed, unlike Uncle.

"That's pretty stupid if you ask me," Aunty said.

"You are lucky that we are skilled, Dad. Our visits to Hill stations saved us from embarrassment," I said, making him feel more embarrassed. "Also, Don't worry Mom, I'll teach you," I assured Aunty.