FAIRIES OF AGGARWAL'S

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Arsh was up early, slipping into a light-colored saree that draped elegantly around her. She opted for something simple yet beautiful, a soft pastel shade that highlighted her graceful features. After pinning the pallu carefully over her shoulder, she quietly approached the bed, where Manav was still fast asleep.

With a playful smile, she gently nudged his shoulder. “Manav, wake up. It’s morning.”

Manav stirred but kept his eyes shut, mumbling something incoherent before grabbing her wrist, pulling her down onto the bed beside him. His eyes were still closed, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Manav!” she whispered, trying to wriggle free, but his grip tightened.

“Oh, trying to run away already?” he teased, now fully awake. He opened his eyes, catching the faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Let me go!” Arsh laughed, attempting to break free, but he only chuckled, remembering how she’d laughed at him yesterday. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. “Not so funny when the tables are turned, hmm?”

Arsh rolled her eyes, clearly amused but feigning annoyance. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll make sure you regret it,” she replied with a challenging look.

“Oh really?” he whispered, leaning in closer. For a moment, he simply admired her, the light from the window catching the delicate fabric of her saree and her amused expression.

They stayed like that, inches apart, both of them lost in the playful moment, until Arsh finally broke free, laughing as she pushed him away. “Enough! You have to get ready!”

Manav laughed, shaking his head as he watched her walk away, her saree swaying with each step.
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The morning had already started, and while Arsh and Manav were still lost in their little moment, Tashi and Aditya were awake and moving around. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room. Aditya, always the playful and unpredictable one, was rummaging through his wardrobe with a slight frown on his face.

“Tashi! Have you seen my black shirt?” he complained, his voice exaggerated like a child looking for a lost toy. He pulled open drawer after drawer, throwing clothes aside in frustration. “I can’t find it anywhere!”

Tashi, who was sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone, raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “You’re seriously complaining about your shirt? You look like a tornado went through this wardrobe,” she teased, barely looking up.

Aditya huffed, still opening and closing drawers with increasing impatience. “I swear I left it in here last night. I can't find it! What kind of mess is this?” he muttered, tossing another shirt aside.

Tashi chuckled softly and got up, walking over to him with a knowing smile. “Let me help you,” she said, stepping over to the wardrobe.

Aditya stepped aside, giving her space, his arms crossed as he waited for her to solve his ‘crisis.’ He wasn’t usually one to ask for help, but when it came to finding his clothes, he was often lost.

Tashi opened the same drawer Aditya had been frantically searching through and, in one swift motion, pulled out the black shirt he had been looking for. She held it up with a playful grin, “Here it is. In the same drawer you’ve been searching for it in.”

Aditya stood there, frozen for a moment, eyes wide in disbelief. “How did you...?” he started, unable to hide his shock.

Tashi just shrugged nonchalantly, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I have my ways. Guess I’m just smarter than you when it comes to finding things.”