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┈☆ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝟏 : 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

Okay so, first of all thankyou very much for giving this novel a chance. I've always wanted to write a heartwarming story with all the Indian family vibes. All the little quarrels between the siblings.

More or less this is a wholesome story :)

IMP:- You might think that it is similiar to a story "teri deewani" by deewanixwriters as you all must have read it as I was inspired by them. Only the tropes are more or less similiar but the whole story is "DIFFERENT". So please do not accuse me of "pliagarism". So, I do not want anybody to call this a "copy" or you'll be blocked :)

And I don't want people commenting that it is similar to that story. As I've already mentioned here. So, please refrain from doing so because its annoying...

You won't regret giving this a shot 💗

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The Gupta house, as usual, was a tempest of chaos this morning. The clamor of voices reverberated through the walls, echoing the daily morning symphony composed of bickering and banter. Four little mischief-makers—oh, pardon me—children, filled the air with their endless disputes, each seated on their respective chairs at the breakfast table.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Nisha Gupta was preparing breakfast, a sight of practiced grace despite the cacophony around her.

"Mummy isko dekhona irritate kar rhi hai" Prisha, the eldest daughter, exclaimed with an aggrieved tone, throwing a sharp glare toward her younger sister.
(Mummy, look she is irritating me)

"Mummy maine kuch nhi kiya inko. Mujhe phasa rahi hain yeh" Kiara yelled complaining about her elder sister to their mother.

(No, mumma I didn't do anything. She's saying so because she's just jealous of me)

Meanwhile, Ahana, the youngest daughter, was thoroughly entertained by her sisters' squabble. Giggling uncontrollably, she turned to Saransh, her elder brother, and said, “Saransh, isn’t this so much fun?”

"Ha ha bohot maja aa rha hai par tu dekh haste haste gir mat jana. Ravan jaise hasti hai bilkul" Saransh said taunting his younger sister.

(Yes, so much fun but be careful to not to fall as you laugh like a demon)

Ahana shot him a venomous look and muttered under her breath "Hufff... kutta kahin ka humesha meri insult karta rehta hai jaise yahi iska pesha ho"
(This dog, always insults me as this is his only job)

"Mumma dekhlo is ladke ko mujhe pareshan kar rha hai" Ahana yelled.

(Mumma, look he is annoying me)

"Nhi mummy maine toh kuch nahi kiya jhutthi kahinki" Saransh said glaring at his younger sister.

(No mumma, I didn't do anything. She's lying)

Just then, Mrs. Gupta emerged from the kitchen, her patience hanging by a fragile thread. The fiery expression on her face made all four children freeze in their tracks. In her hand was the dreaded palta—a spatula, yes, but in this moment, a symbol of impending doom.

"Ha ha tumlog toh kabhi kuch karte hi nhi ho sab galti to meri hi hai na" their mother, frustrated with their continuous banters, said coming towards them with the palta(iykyk) in her hand.

(Yeah, you guys don't do anything. It's all my mistake only)

"Arree mumma gussa kyu ho rahi hum to bas mazaak kar rhe hai, aap bhi na bilkul serious ho jaati ho. Hehehe" Prisha said with a sheepish grin, attempting to pacify the smoldering volcano before them.