From holding their pinky fingers as kids to holding each other's hands for the lifetime.
From running behind each other to taking seven pheras.
From pulling each other's hair to becoming each other's life.
From fighting with each other to fightin...
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Author's POV:
It's been a week since Arpita had the accident. She had been discharged from the hospital two days ago. Thankfully, she had no internal injuries. Varsha and Vansh burst out crying the moment they saw their mother with various bandages and orthopaedic casts. They had a hard time consoling them and calming them down. Looking at them, Arpita, too, couldn't control her tears and sat in her room, crying silently. She felt helpless, as she couldn't even take them into her arms, hug them, or console them. Yash really had a tough time making her understand, as she was cursing herself for being in such a situation.
Arpita was sleeping soundly in her room when she felt a tiny hand caressing her hair. A small smile crept on her face as she felt a kiss on her cheeks. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Varsha sitting beside her and looking at her lovingly with a cute, toothy smile.
"Good morning, Kanna," said Arpita.
"Amma!" Varsha said, smiling brightly.
"Yes, Amma's little doll, tell me," said Arpita.
"Shee (see)," Varsha said, pointing at her pigtails.
"Who made them, Varshu?" asked Arpita.
Varsha grinned and said, "Appa!"
Arpita looked at her, amused, and asked, "Your Appa tied your hair?"
Varsha bobbed her head cutely.
"You could have asked Ammamma or Jeji, right?" said Arpita.
Varsha pouted, listening to her. She is crying early in the morning as her mother isn't waking her up like she used to do every day. So, to calm her down, Yash said that he would make her ready and then take her and her brother to the park in the evening after returning from work. Varsha, being stubborn, asked her father to do her hair. Yash, after a lot of struggle, tied her hair into pigtails.
Arpita raised her eyebrow and asked, "Did something happen behind my back?"
Varsha looked at her mother wide-eyed and said, "No!"
Arpita looked at her daughter suspiciously and asked, "Is it? Then let your Appa come. I'll ask him. I'm sure you must have troubled him. By the way, where is your Chotu?"
Varsha pouted, listening to her mother, and said, "Shleep (sleep)."
"Okay! Go and call your Ammamma, Varshu," Arpita said, looking at Varsha.
Varsha nodded her head and got off the bed. She ran from there while Arpita shook her head and shouted, "Careful, Varshu."
After a while, Janaki came inside with a tray in her hands, with Varsha tagging her behind. Janaki placed the tray on the tea table and pulled the curtains. Varsha hopped onto the bed and sat beside her mother.
