It was a lazy Sunday night, and Shivaay had spent the entire afternoon at Rudra's gym learning some new exercises, hoping to impress Anika with his fitness moves. He was eager to show off his newfound skills, especially because Rudra had promised that this exercise would make him "feel like a new man."
"Anika, you won't believe this move I've learned at Rudra's gym," Shivaay grinned, flexing his muscles as he struck a pose in the middle of their bedroom. "You ready?"
Anika, raising an eyebrow and stifling a laugh, looked at him curiously. "What are you talking about, Shivaay? What kind of exercise is it?"
Shivaay, with the enthusiasm of a child showing off a new trick, jumped onto the bed with a flourish. He landed with all his weight in a dramatic fashion, attempting to execute the move Rudra had taught him—some sort of high-intensity jump squat combo.
However, what Shivaay hadn't accounted for was the fact that the bed frame wasn't designed for such an enthusiastic display of fitness. The moment he landed, there was a loud crack followed by a sinking feeling beneath him. The bed frame splintered, and the mattress tilted sideways as the entire structure collapsed under his weight.
Anika froze, her jaw dropping. "Shivaay!" she gasped. "What the hell just happened?"
Shivaay looked at the broken bed with wide eyes, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. "Uh... I think... I think I broke the bed."
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The next morning, the Oberoi family gathered for breakfast, and the conversation quickly shifted to the mysterious broken bed. Anika walked into the dining room, her face flushed from the events of the previous night, trying her best to act casual, though the awkwardness in the air was undeniable.
Pinky, ever the dramatic one, immediately raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Beta, I think you need to be more careful with how you spend your nights. The bed didn't break by accident, did it? Are we actually close to getting cute cat eyed grandkids?"
Shivaay, who had spent the night on the couch, tried to play it cool. "Uhh, it was just a little... accident. I got a little carried away with some exercise moves. It wasn't—"
But before he could finish, Shakti, who had overheard from the other side of the room, interrupted with a deadpan expression. "Exercise? At your age?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly insinuating something else. "I think I know what really happened here."
Rudra, ever the troublemaker, decided to join in, his mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, no, no! I'm pretty sure the bed broke because... uh, someone was very enthusiastic last night," he teased, nudging Om, who was still half-asleep and looking utterly confused.
"Exactly!" Om added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No one needs to exercise that much to break a bed, Shivaay. Not unless there's something else going on."
The entire family burst into laughter, with even Khanna, the family's ever-quiet but highly observant assistant cum bodyguard, chuckling under his breath. Anika's face turned beet red, but Shivaay, ever the stoic one, was in full damage control mode.
"It was an exercise move!" Shivaay protested, clearly flustered. "Rudra taught me this jump thing, and—"
Pinky, with a dramatic sigh, leaned back in her chair and waved her hand dismissively. "Shivaay, we all know you're trying to cover for your late-night activities with poor Anika."
"Exactly! Poor Anika Bhabhi!" Rudra chimed in, still grinning. "Shivaay Bhaiya's just trying to hide the truth that it was a super passionate night. Who needs the gym when you've got that kind of energy?"
Anika, now bright red and trying to get the attention off her, finally spoke up, although her voice was laced with embarrassment. "Rudra, this is not what happened! Shivaay—he just jumped on the bed too hard..."
"Oh, I'm sure that's what happened," Pinky winked at Anika. "We all know how active you two can get when no one's watching."
The family continued to giggle and make suggestive comments, and Shivaay, unable to defend himself any longer, simply buried his face in his hands. He had never felt more mortified in his life.
Rudra, not willing to let this go, reached over and grabbed his phone. "I'm definitely sharing these pictures of the broken bed on the family group chat. It's too good not to share!"
Anika, seeing how hard Shivaay was trying to salvage his dignity, finally threw in her own sarcastic jab, "Oh, yes, let's show the whole world that my husband is the reason the bed couldn't handle his exercise."
Rudra ignored her, pulled out his phone and started to show images of the broken bed to everyone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said dramatically, "The mystery of the century—Shivaay Singh Oberoi, fitness expert and bed-breaker extraordinaire."
Om couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Shivaay, I always thought you were more of a businessman than a bed-crasher."
Shakti, feigning seriousness, added, "Son, you should learn to control your... enthusiasm. This is a family affair, after all."
Pinky, still chuckling, turned to Anika with a wink. "Anika, do you want to explain to us how exactly Shivaay's 'exercise' led to the destruction of a perfectly good bed?"
Anika, finally fed up but still trying to hide a smile, shot a glare at Shivaay and muttered, "Next time, he's exercising outside."
The family burst into laughter again, and even Anika couldn't help but laugh, though she shot Shivaay an apologetic smile. Shivaay, now defeated and red-faced, decided to just go along with the teasing.
"Well, at least the bed had a good run," he said, trying to salvage some dignity.
"Not a good run," Rudra quipped, "but an explosive one."
Shivaay groaned, finally giving in to the relentless teasing. He buried his face in his palms, muttering to himself. "This is it. I'm never jumping on a bed again."
