In a bright room filled with morning light, a girl lay asleep under a soft quilt, her hair spread out around her. She looked peaceful, lost in her dreams.
Suddenly, a splash of cool water hit her face, waking her up with a start”ab kisko maut a gayi sone bhi nahi dete”.”oh dekho papa ki pari ne uthne ka kassht kar diya, dhol pitvao , artin ki thali lao”.stared my mother with ghee ki tarah tapakta sarcasm.
“Bhai mummy ese kon uthata h “
“Me uthati hu , teri maa uthati h, abh natak mat kar ja kar naha le or niche aja”and she left my room. When she was about to close the door “ ye kamra bhi saf kar diyo , kutta bhi bethta ha to saph kar kar bedhta h.” “par me to kamal hu jo kiched me pala bada hota h .” with that i received my moms flying chappal
Pushing myself off the bed, I feel a rush of energy as I step onto the now-clear floor. The small successes I had while tidying up fill me with a sense of pride. I smile at the sight of my posters hanging straight on the walls—each one tells a story, each one a piece of who I am.
With a sense of purpose, I make my way to the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the space, and I can’t help but feel a little smile tug at my lips as I brush my teeth. My reflection stares back at me—wild curls framing my face, eyes still bright with sleep but sparking with excitement for the day ahead.
I walked downstairs just to see my love cherry.
“Awww cherry baby did you miss me did mama scold you”
A friendly bark that resonates like a cheerful greeting, he nudges in my hands , craving attention and affection. His expressive face lights up with joy as he catches sight of a ball, radiating pure enthusiasm that’s contagious.
His long, wagging tail becomes a metronome of happiness, swishing back and forth as he leaps into playful antics.
“Mama good morning pitja ji suprabhat”.like a agyakarI putri I went to my dad and mum wished them with kisses
“ ajao dono dinning table pe khana llag chuka h “.said mumma in hurry
The sun begins to spill its golden light through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow that dances across the table set for breakfast. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the sweet scent of pancakes sizzling on the griddle. Each soft pancake rises, their edges curling ever so slightly, while a dollop of butter slowly melts on top, pooling into a puddle of golden richness.
On the counter, a bowl of vibrant, juicy strawberries sits alongside a stack of plump blueberries, their colors bright against the white ceramic. As I pour a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, the citrusy scent adds a refreshing note to the atmosphere, promising a zesty start to the day.
The table is adorned with mismatched plates, a charming collection that tells stories of past breakfasts. Soft sunlight illuminates each dish, while steam gently wafts from the hot food, inviting and comforting.
“ umm beta i want to talk you you about something important.”said papa with little hesitation.
“ batao papa kiski dhai todni h”
“Adhya ye kya manners h “ my mom pinched my earsÂ
“Are jane bhi do jaan , adhya tumhe pata h ki ab tum 24 sal ki ho gayi ho, actually you might remember kabir uncle my best friend his son is also as same as yours so i have invited them tonight, for dinner and your marriage “
“Papa yar ap bhi na me siraf abhi 24 saal ki hu .or aap ko bhi pata h last time kya hua tha rahul ke sath”. Patanhi me re ghar vale mujhe kisi or ke gale ka phanda kyu bana chahate ha said my subconscious mind.
“Beta kabir uncle ka ladka usa se padha likha h rishta achah”
“Umm thik h ap bula le”
As dusk settles over the neighborhood, painting the sky in hues of deep blue and soft violet, the ambiance of anticipation fills the air in the cozy household. Warm, welcoming lights illuminate the home, casting a golden glow that spills from the windows like an invitation. The intoxicating aroma of fragrant biryani, simmering spices, and freshly baked naan wafts through the air, enveloping both guests and hosts in a sense of warmth and comfort.
The family prepares for the arrival of their guests, bustling around the living room adorned with intricate decorations. Fine textiles drape over the furniture, and colorful cushions are arranged with care, creating inviting nooks for conversation. A delicate bouquet of roses sits center stage on the coffee table, its petals softly illuminated, symbolizing new beginnings and shared joys.
“App sabh bate kare me Aradhya ko bula lati hu” said isha (aradhyas mom)
“Ji ap jaia hamare hone vali bhau ko bula laiye”
In her cozy room ARADHYA , painted in soft pastel shades, the young daughter sits cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by a riot of colors—a medley of textbooks, notes, and a few scattered pieces of jewelry waiting to be arranged. The sunlight filters through sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns on the floor, creating a serene and inviting atmosphere.Â
She is dressed in a simple yet elegant kurti, its fabric soft against her skin, adorned with delicate embroidery that hints at her personality. Her hair, long and flowing, is loosely tied back, with a few stray strands framing her face, giving her a relaxed yet graceful appearance.Â
As she studies, the faint sound of laughter and chatter from the living area seeps through the walls, a reminder of the gathering happening downstairs. The aroma of her mother’s cooking wafts through the air, warming her heart with memories of family moments shared around the dining table. Yet, she is caught up in her thoughts, preparing herself for the imminent meeting with her in-laws or planning some mischief , which looms in her mind like an exciting yet daunting prospect.
Just then, she hears the gentle but assertive voice of her mother calling from downstairs, “Beta, come down! Your in-laws are here!” There’s a blend of authority and love in her tone that makes her heart flutter with anticipation.Â
Taking a deep breath, she glances at herself in the mirror, momentarily pausing to adjust her dupatta, draping it elegantly across her shoulder.Â
“Ab aye ga na maja “
With a final nod to her reflection, she stands up, taking one last look around her room filled with memories, dreams, and aspirations. Stepping out, she embraces the warmth of her mother’s call, ready to meet the new family members who are about to become an integral part of her life or maybe its will be their worst decisio . As she walks down the hallway, she hears her mother’s footsteps echoing with pride, echoing the sentiment that family is everything, making her own heart swell with hope for the day ahead.
I went toward Thakur familyÂ
“Bhai ye log mujhe jhel lenge. Inka beta to mujhe dekh kar sarma raha h ,Gay kahi ka “ said my subconscious mind .
My mumma came towards me took my hand and made me sit with kabir uncles son.
“Umm hi this side raj thakur” said that gobar guy.
I smiled shyly and said”hi, my self aradhya , nice to meet you”
 “Umm so what do you do for a living”. He spoke shyly i was about to answer until mom saidÂ
“ Umm actually I was thinking if raj and aaradhy bahar ja kar bate kare , like we know privacy namak chiz bhi honi chahiye na .”
“Jese ye mujhe dete ho “ mocked my subconscious mindÂ
“Umm thik h ,hum dono garden me bate kar lete h ”
Lush green grass carpets the ground, inviting visitors to walk barefoot and feel the cool blades beneath their feet. Along the winding gravel path, vibrant flower beds showcase an array of blooms, each more stunning than the last. Brightly colored tulips sway gently in the breeze, their petals like silk under the sunlight, while fragrant roses in shades of red, pink, and white offer a romantic contrast, their scent intoxicating and sweet.
 “Acha aap mere andar kuch puch rahe the ,” i said jaise merse agyakar koi nahi .
“Are h ap kya karti h . like job or anything”
“Actually me ek criminal lawyer hu, ap batiye app kya karte h ” i said proudly
“Bas ek general store h . ia mm the owner” he said proudly jese sara desh iska gulam hoÂ
“Aya bada behen ka pakoda” said my inner thoughts.
“Apka koi past relation rehen chukka h , ” he said in a generous way.
“ are ek second me comfortable ho jayu , chalo me apko bata ti hu agar apne ye kisi ko bataya to zinda gad dungi”
“Kya jinda gad dungi,what do you mean by this ” he said in terrified way
“Oh sorry,actually apko kya mere ghar valo ko bhi nahi pakta h kime world ke most wanted criminal ka case ladugi.”
“Par ap to chote mote case hi ladti ho” bitch is scared as shit.
“App kayansinghania ko jante ho “
“Kaya singhani asia ka mafia king and the most wanted criminal”he said in shock
“Boyfriend h vo mera agrar use pata chala ki tum merese shadi karne vale ho , fir tum to gaye. MR.THAKUR”
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