“I've been waiting for you to use your gavel all evening, Your Honor."
God, please, no! Those were the last words on earth Vansh ever, ever, wanted to hear his oldest sister say to her judge husband. Ever.
Yash, who was generally not the sort of guy who snorted with laughter, snorted with laughter so violently that Nisha and Neel jumped apart like someone had fired a cannon.
Nisha's hands pressed into her face. "No. No. Nononono. What the hell are you all doing here?"
"Not waiting for Neel to use his gavel, that's for sure," Yash said, still howling like a hyena. Which, to be fair, Vansh was doing as well.
Nisha charged at Yash. Neel grabbed her around her waist. As a circuit court judge (with a gavel), Neel obviously saw enough crazy shit on a daily basis that he was entirely unfazed by any Raje family shenanigans.
He held Nisha in check while laughing into her hair, and in the end she broke down and started laughing too, embarrassed though the laughter was.
"If either one of you tells anyone, I'm going to chop you into little pieces and pass you through a mulch shredder," their sister threatened.
"Who let her watch Fargo?" Vansh asked, and Neel looked heavenward.”