Once upon a time in the quaint little town of Kasauli, where the air smelled like pine trees and the Wi-Fi signal was as elusive as a unicorn, lived our quirky Sharma Family. 🌲📶
Prerna, the feisty yet perpetually frazzled housewife, had a secret...
In the tranquil town of Somnath, the Pandya household bustled with life and love. Suman Pandya, the matriarch of the family, sat in her wheelchair, gazing fondly at her three sons as they tended to each other with utmost care.
"Here, Dev, open wide," Gautam said, feeding his brother a spoonful of warm porridge. Dev chuckled and playfully nudged Gautam with his elbow, "Gaumbi! Don't, uffo!"
Shiva, the youngest son, grinned mischievously at his older brothers, "Oye, make sure you save some for me, too! I'm hungry over here."
Suman's heart swelled with gratitude as she watched her sons banter and care for each other. The bond they shared was unbreakable, a source of immense joy for her. Their love for each other a beacon of light in the darkness that had enveloped their family.
Her eyes then wandered to the other end of the house, where Rishita, Dev's right now seven months pregnant wife and Raavi, Shiva's wife, her daughters-in-law, showered love on the newborn, Gautam and Dhara's adopted son, Chiku, as they lovingly called.
"Look at him, Raavi. He's a little angel," Rishita cooed as she fed the baby boy.
"And he is already trying to grab the spoon too," Raavi chuckled as she continued making silly faces to entertain the infant, eliciting adorable gurgles and giggles.
Rishita beamed with joy, "I know right! He is going to be a handful, just like his Shiva Chachu." Their laughter echoed through the house, filling Suman's heart with warmth and happiness and couldn't help but smile at the sight, grateful for the blessing of the new life in their home.
Lekin Khayalon Mein Mumkin Nahi Hai Unko Mitana
Ha Hakikat Hai Khayalon Mein Ulji Hum Ko Pura Kare
Ha Un Lamhon Ki Thodi Si Chahhat Mein Apna Hum Sab Kuchh Haare
Amidst the joy and laughter, a pang of sorrow tugged at Suman's heart. The memory of her youngest son, who had been estranged from the family, weighed heavily on her mind. She silently prayed for his return, yearning for reconciliation and forgiveness.
Suddenly, a memory from years ago flashed through Suman's mind – a funny prank that teenage Krish and Shiva had pulled on Gautam and Dev during Holi. Krish, being the youngest, had led the mischievous plan, with Shiva’s enthusiastic support. The prank had left Gautam and Dev drenched in colors, much to the delight of the younger siblings.
As the tantalizing aroma of Dhara's cooking wafted through the air, Suman's heart ached with longing for her youngest son.
She held back tears, closing her eyes and whispered softly, "Krishu, wherever you are, please know that you are loved and missed. Come back to us, my son."
Yaadonn Ki Baraat Nikli Hai Aaj Dil Ke Dwaare Dil Ke Dwaare
With a deep sense of longing and hope in her heart, Suman embraced the bittersweet moments with her beloved family, holding onto the flicker of possibility that one day, they would be reunited. And as the sun set on the horizon, casting a golden glow over their home, memories of Krish flooded her mind. She could almost hear his infectious laughter and feel his warm embrace.
Sapnon Ki Shehnayi Beete Deeno Ko Pukare Dil Ke Dwaare
Suman clung to the belief that love and forgiveness would eventually triumph, bringing their fractured family back together once more.
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Thodi Si Woh Shetani Thodi Si Woh Manmaani Apni Woh Nadangi
Kalki Hi Baatein Thi Baaton Ki Raatein Thi Abhi Hasi Khwaab Si
Prerna called out for Rishav and Nayan to come and eat, the tantalizing scent of the food beckoning them to the dining room. Neelamma and Muskan sat down to eat, their hunger evident as they waited for Rishav and Nayan so that Prerna could start serving.
"Lo, agaye Amma, apke Raja Ji aur rajkumari!" Muskan said, trying to not laugh out loud as Rishav and Nayan made a grand entrance into the dining room, their playful spirits on full display. Rishav pranced in, pretending to be a horse, while Nayan, with regal flair, portrayed a queen, her imagination running wild.
"Neigh, neigh! Queen Ji, your trusty steed has arrived to take you to the feast!" Rishav exclaimed dramatically, his words filled with playfulness.
Nayan, in her queenly demeanor, replied in broken sentences, her creativity shining through. "Horse, take me to kingdom of food! Fast fast!" She commanded, her words a delightful blend of innocence and imagination.
Rishav, caught up in the game, tried to keep up with Nayan's whimsical dialogue, occasionally getting lost. "Yes, queen Ji! We shall gallop to the feast with speed and haste!" he replied, his laughter bubbling over at the adorable sight of his daughter's make-believe world.
Nayan, sensing her father's speed slowing down, couldn't resist adding a touch of sarcastic humor to the mix. "Horse, why you slow? Queen Nayan hungries!" she teased, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Rishav chuckled and played along, "Apologies, queen Ji. We shall hasten our pace to satisfy your royal hunger!”
Nayan, with a twinkle in her eye, continued the banter, "Horse, me think you need more oats to run faster!"
Rishav, eager to keep the playful banter going, responded in a mock-serious tone, "Fear not, queen Ji! I shall find the magical oats to fuel our journey to the land of food!" Nayan clapped her hands in excitement, her eyes filled with mischief and wonder.
As they reached the dinner table, Nayan suddenly pointed at a dish and exclaimed, "Oooyee, horsey food!"
Rishav couldn't help but laugh at her innocent observation. Musoor ka dal is indeed one of his, Rishav the horse's favourite food. "Yes, queen Ji! That is indeed horsey food fit for royalty like us!" he replied, joining in on her imaginative play.
Nayan then turned to Rishav with a mischievous grin and declared, "Horse, me think you eat like piggy!"
"Ei! Nayan! Aise baat karte hai papa se! Sorry bolo! Pap! Bad girl!" Prerna tried discipling Nayan only to be silenced by Neelamma. "Prerna chhor de na, bachi hai." "Per Amma-"
"Haww!" Rishav playfully gasped in mock offense, "Oh, how dare me, queen Ji! I shall eat like a graceful gazelle from now on, just for you!"
Their playful exchange filled the room with laughter and joy, the bond between father and daughter strengthening with each moment of shared creativity and silliness. As they sat down to eat, Prerna watched with a heart full of love, grateful for the family moments that would forever be cherished.
Ha Hakikat Hai Khayalon Mein Ulji Hum Ko Pura Kare
Yaadonn Ki Baraat Nikli Hai Aaj Dil Ke Dwaare Dil Ke Dwaare
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