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I'm stuck here in a meeting in Italy while my family is having fun at a party.
Vihaan and Kavya have been sending me pictures of the party to tease me and as much as I would like to deny it, it's working.
Trust me when I tell I'd rather be there, enjoying with my family rather than being stuck in a boring meeting.
Mujhe ghar jana hai!
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Everything is going smoothly.
Dadaji arrived a while back with mumma, papa and Adi.
Bhaiya got all the gifts we had to give.
Bhai is too busy flirting with female guests to trouble me.
I'm at peace✌️.
The only left is the cake cutting ceremony and dinner, then off we go.
I can finally sleep after a tiring day.
Bas jaldi cake cut jaye.
"Tara!" I heard Bhai scream.
"Lo. Gai Shanti." I murmured.
"Dadaji is calling you. He wants us to meet his friend." He said dragging me towards where dadaji was sitting.
"Hey! I can walk you know. You don't have to drag me." I shout.
"You're too slow." Was all he said before stopping as we had reached.
"Kya hua Abhi, tu usse kheech kyu raha hai?" Dadaji asked.
"Dekho na dadaji. She said she doesn't want to come. Toh I had to drag her here." He lied.
I looked at him with my mouth open.
"Haw, dadaji yeh jhooth bol rahe hai. He told me that you're calling me and started dragging me for no reason. When I asked, he said it's because I walk to slow!" I blamed, pointing towards Bhai.
"Abhir." Papa scolded, starring at him.
"Kids, meet my childhood friend. Avi, these are my grandchildren." Dadaji introduced.
