[This is an AU and not how Dukhaan and Baltoro actually meet but I wanted to do somethin cute haha]
Dukhaan's jaw was starting to hurt, from the way his cheek was pressed so hard into the heel of his hand that was supporting his head. He stared dully at the puppet show in front of him, enacting the story of the golden thread that Dukhaan had heard so many times in storybooks when he was a child. It was dumb--Dukhaan was fourteen, now, and puppet shows were for babies.
"Nera-see-tel is so pretty..." Esfir, Dukhaan's little brother, piped up from beside him, his dark eyes shining with wonder at the dollike puppet with a cartoonishly large needle and thread. He couldn't even say her name right. Dukhaan rolled his eyes and made a noncommittal grunt in response, his eyes drifting to the crowd in his peripheral vision. They were sitting on a few benches, facing the small, but elaborately-decorated stage made especially for this sort of thing. Dukhaan's butt was getting sore, with how long this was going on. It had to have been at least thirty minutes, so as you'd expect, Dukhaan was just about dying from boredom.
"She is, isn't she?" their mother whispered, gently hugging Esfir around the shoulders. "But keep your voice down--we don't want to interrupt the story!"