So let's begin,
At School — Mid-Morning
The math period was unusually calm. The teacher scribbled sums on the blackboard, oblivious to the trio in the last bench plotting their next ‘masterpiece’.
Huddled behind half-open textbooks, Aashvi’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
> Aashvi (in a hushed, excited tone):
“Suno… idea suno. Jab ma’am board pe likh rahi hongi, hum unki chair pe chalk powder daal denge. Jab woh baithengi na… poora dress white ho jayega! Kitna maza aayega!”
Kikvi’s eyes widened — half scared, half thrilled.
> Kikvi (whispering nervously):
“Par Aashi… agar pakde gaye toh? Kal hi toh ghar pe punishment mili thi…”
Vanya, the quietest devil of the three, grinned, her innocent tone hiding her wicked delight.
> Vanya (sweetly):
“Main bhi karungi! Main chalk leke aati hoon?”
Aashvi smirked, patting both sisters on the head like a mafia boss briefing her gang.
> Aashvi (bossy whisper):
“Wah! Madam Vanya bhi ab masti seekh gayi. Papa-papa bolke bach jaati ho ghar pe, aur yahan maze sujh rahe h.. team leader Aashvi ka asar dekh rahe ho? Suno — Vanu, tum chalk lao. Kiku, tum ma’am ko baaton mein uljhao. Main powder giraungi. Teamwork samjhi?”
Both nodded solemnly, as if they were on a top-secret mission to save the world — or at least ruin ma’am’s saree.
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Moments Later —
Vanya sneakily broke a couple of chalks under her desk and crushed them inside a tissue. Aashvi and Kikvi watched like hawks.
Kikvi shot up her hand.
> Kikvi (loudly, in her sweetest voice):
“Ma’am! Mujhe yeh wala sum samajh nahi aaya… aap dobara bata dijiye na…”
The teacher turned, a bit surprised at Kikvi’s sudden ‘interest’ in studies. She walked over, explaining the sum step-by-step while Kikvi nodded obediently — but threw quick side-glances to make sure Aashvi was doing her part.
Under the desk, Aashvi crawled like a tiny commando, carefully tiptoeing around bags and feet. She reached the teacher’s chair and emptied the chalk powder all over it, grinning like a pirate finding treasure.
Vanya, posted as lookout, whispered urgently:
> *“Aashi! Jaldi! Ma’am palatne wali hain!”
Aashvi winked at her, scampered back, and slipped into her seat just in time.
> Kikvi (beaming at the teacher):
“Thank you Ma’am! Ab samajh aagaya!”
The unsuspecting teacher turned back to the blackboard, finishing the next sum. She then walked over, adjusting her saree, and plopped down onto her chair.
THUP!
A soft white cloud of chalk powder exploded under her. A stunned silence followed — then the whole class burst into uncontrollable giggles. The back of her saree was now a masterpiece in white.
> Teacher (outraged, standing up abruptly):
“Yeh kisne kiya?! Kaun zimmedaar hai?!”
Aashvi, Kikvi, and Vanya sat prim and proper, pretending to be angels — but their shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.
One honest student pointed right at them:
> *“Ma’am! Aashvi, Kikvi aur Vanya ne kiya!”
The teacher glared, her patience gone.
> Teacher (thundering):
“Aashvi! Kikvi! Vanya! Abhi ke abhi Principal sir ke office mein jao!”
The trio exchanged guilty-but-excited looks. Aashvi grabbed their hands dramatically.
> Aashvi (heroic whisper):
“Team Aashvi never surrenders!”
Giggling, they marched out like tiny revolutionaries.
---
Principal’s Office
Principal Sharma massaged his temples seeing the notorious trio standing in front of him yet again.
> Principal (exasperated sigh):
“Aashvi, Kikvi, Vanya… kab sudhroge tum log? Har din kuch naya drama…”
Aashvi squeezed Kikvi’s and Vanya’s hands, mischief shining in her eyes.
> Aashvi (whispers):
“Mumma ko phone jaa raha hai… taiyyar ho jao, ghar jaake full blast sunenge!”
Kikvi covered her face in shame. Vanya, however, casually took out a leftover biscuit from her pocket and began munching it right in front of the principal’s desk.
Principal Sharma raised an eyebrow.
> Principal (scolding gently):
“Vanya… yeh biscuit khane ki jagah hai? Yeh sir ka office hai!”
Aashvi and Kikvi bit back their laughter, shoulders shaking.
Vanya, unfazed, offered the half-eaten biscuit with her tiny hand.
> Vanya (sweetly):
“Sir, bhookh lagi h na… aap bhi loge? Thoda khayenge?”
The principal stared at the biscuit, then at her innocent face, then at the giggling sisters — and gave up.
> Principal (dry smile):
“No thank you, beta. Aap hi khao. Main aapki Mumma ko phone lagata hoon…”
He picked up the receiver and dialed with a dramatic sigh.
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Sehgal House — Kitchen
At home, Bela was stirring dal when her phone buzzed. She wiped her hand on her dupatta and picked up.
> Principal (on call, tired tone):
“Hello, Mrs. Sehgal? Principal Sharma bol raha hoon… phir se aapke bacchon ne prank kiya hai. Iss baar ma’am ki saree chalk powder se bhar di…”
Bela froze, ladle mid-air. Her eye twitched dangerously.
> Bela (clenched teeth):
“Ji Sir… bilkul… main ghar pe dekh loongi unko. Thank you!”
She banged the ladle down, muttering to herself.
> Bela (growling under her breath):
“Yeh teeno… naak pe dum kar diya hai! Roz ka tamasha… Roz ki complaint… aaj toh main nhi chodungi inko.. "
Sehgal House — Evening Outside
Kikvi whispers urgently, peeking through the gate.
Kikvi (worried whisper):
“Aashi, seedha gate se gaye na toh pakde jaayenge. Mumma toh baithe hongi ready. Maar padegi woh alag!”
Vanya (nodding quickly):
“Kiku sahi bol rahi hai! Mumma ke haath mein scale hoga, mujhe toh bohot dar lag raha hai…”
Aashvi (grins, fearless):
“Koi nahi! Team Aashvi kabhi haar nahi maanti! Peeche ke window se seedha room mein ghus jaayenge. Mumma ko pata bhi nahi chalega! Chalo commando style!”
The trio exchange a mischievous fist bump, then tiptoe to the backyard window.
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BACKYARD WINDOW
One by one — Aashvi climbs first, landing softly on the floor inside. Vanya follows, stumbling on Aashvi’s back. Kikvi tries to balance but slips — and all three crash in a heap with a loud THUD!
A sharp voice slices through the silence.
Bela (dangerously calm):
“Kaha jaa rahe ho teeno…?”
The girls freeze mid-giggle, eyes wide. They slowly look up — and there stands Bela Sehgal, arms folded, scale tapping on her palm, her eyes shooting daggers.
---
Living Room —
Bela drags the three and lines them up like naughty toy soldiers.
Bela (dead calm):
“Aashi… Kiku… Vanu… Batao. Aaj school mein kya kiya?”
Aashvi (instantly switches to cute mode):
“Mumma woh… bas chhota sa prank tha na… ma’am boring sums likh rahi thi, toh humne unko thoda funny bana diya…”
Kikvi (shaking her head fast):
“Mumma sach mein! Main toh mana kar rahi thi. Sab Aashi ka idea tha!”
Vanya (tiny innocent voice, puppy eyes):
“Mumma main toh chhoti hoon… main kya jaanti hoon prank wank…”
Bela slams the scale on her palm — the sound echoes.
Bela (roaring):
“CHUP! Ek shabd aur nahi sunungi! Sab pata hai mujhe. Ek dusre ke bina koi kaand nhi karte teeno.. Har din school se phone, har din complaint… ab hadh ho gayi!”
Aashvi suddenly shoves Kikvi forward like a human shield.
Aashvi (fast):
“Mumma… sab Kiku ka idea tha. Main toh bas… bas help kar rahi thi!”
Kikvi’s mouth drops open.
Kikvi (betrayed, squeaky voice):
“HAWWW! Mumma jhooth bol rahi hai! Sab Aashi ka tha!”
Vanya giggles and hides behind Aashvi’s back.
Suddenly Aashvi pushes Kikvi towards Bela and ducks behind the sofa. Vanya squeals and hides with her. Kikvi stares at them, betrayed again.
Kikvi (yells at hiding sisters):
“Akele chod ke bhaag gayi?! Main nahi chhodungi tum dono ko!”
She tries to run after them but Bela grabs her arm in a vice-like grip.
Bela (scary calm):
“Kaha bhaag rahi ho? Badi ho na dono se unko sambhalne ke bajaye, khud mastermind ban gayi!”
Kikvi (tiny pout, watery eyes):
“Mumma… main bhi chhoti hoon… bilkul Aashi aur Vanu jaisi… 5 years ki dekho…”
Bela (voice thunderous):
“KIKVI! Agli baar ulta jawab diya na, toh yahin pe maar padegi. Papa bhi nahi bachayenge. Samjhi?”
Kikvi (defeated, whisper):
“Sorry mumma…”
Bela glares at the sofa and table where the other two mischief queens are hidden.
Bela (cold smile):
“Aashi, Vanu — dus tak gin rahi hoon. Nahi nikle na, toh saari punishment sirf Kiku ko milegi. Fir mat kehna!”
She starts counting —
Bela:
“Ek… Do… Teen…”
Before she reaches chaar, Aashvi rolls out from under the table, hands up in surrender, and Vanya waddles out, looking like an innocent bunny.
Aashvi (trying her cutest face):
“Mumma hum aa gaye… sorry mumma…”
Vanya (timid baby voice):
“Vanu bhi sorry mumma…”
Bela folds her arms, scale now clutched tight. The trio stand stiff, heads low, ready for judgement. She stands in front of her three notorious daughters. Her eyes scan from Aashvi’s mischievous grin, to Kikvi’s fake puppy face, to Vanya’s innocent blinking.
Bela (calm but deadly):
“Bahut ho gayi team work, bahut ho gayi masti. Aaj tum teeno ki ‘team aashvi’ ki hawa nikalti hoon!”
She points the scale dramatically at Aashvi.
Bela:
“Aashi — tu leader h na? Toh sabse pehle tujhe punishment milegi. Baaki teri duplicate army line mein rahegi!”
Aashvi’s grin vanishes. She whispers to Kikvi and Vanya.
Aashvi (hissed whisper):
“Koi nahi… team aashvi kabhi tootegi nahi! Sambhal lena mujhe…”
Kikvi and Vanya nod, pretending to be brave — but their knees are shaking.
Bela claps her hands once.
Bela (firm):
“Teenon ko — 50 sit-ups. Yahin, mere saamne. Aur awaaz aani chahiye ‘One Mumma, Two Mumma’ samjhe?!”
Aashvi (tiny protest):
“Mumma fiftyyy? Hum gir jayenge na!”
Bela (raises scale, voice steel):
“Seventy bana doon? Chup-chaap shuru karo!”
Defeated, all three squat down and start.
All three together (in chorus):
“ONE MUMMA… TWO MUMMA… THREE MUMMA…”
Bela folds arms, watching like a queen watching her captive prisoners.
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Enter Mahir
Just then, the front door opens with a click. Mahir Sehgal walks in, tired from office, loosening his tie. He freezes when he sees the scene: three daughters doing synchronized sit-ups, chanting ‘One Mumma Two Mumma’, and Bela standing like an army general with a scale.
Mahir (in disbelief):
“Bela… yeh kya circus laga rakha hai ghar pe?”
Bela gives him a look that says ‘Don’t you dare interfere!’
Bela (without turning):
“Aap toh chup hi rahiye Mahir ji. Aapki laadli angels ne aaj school mein ma’am ki saree chalk powder se safed kar di. Ab punishment chal rahi hai.”
Mahir tries to hide his smile but fails. He bursts out laughing.
Mahir (laughing, to kids):
“Mere sher bachche! Full pranksters ban gaye ho!”
Bela (angry glare):
“Mahir ji! Aap hans rahe h?! Sambhaliye zara inko!”
Mahir kneels next to Aashvi, Kikvi and Vanya who have paused mid sit-up and are now giggling at their father’s encouragement.
Mahir (winks at Aashvi):
“Leader sahiba! Next time mujhe bhi plan mein lena… main bhi chalk powder dalunga.”
Bela (outraged):
“Mahir JI! Aap bhi?!”
Mahir raises hands in surrender.
Mahir:
“Thik hai, thik hai… sorry madam Sehgal. Bas… bas… punishment chalne do.”
He pulls Vanya’s cheek.
Mahir (teasing whisper to her):
“Beta, bas thoda acting kar lena… baaki main samhal lunga.”
Vanya giggles through her sniffles. Bela points the scale at Mahir too.
Bela (warning):
“Agar aapne inhe bachaane ki koshish ki na Mahir ji… toh agli baar aap bhi sit-ups karenge mere saamne. Samjhe?!”
Mahir nods quickly, fake serious.
Mahir (mutters):
“Jii madam… samajh gaya…”
---
Team Aashvi — Unbroken
The three continue their sit-ups — chanting ‘Twenty One Mumma… Twenty Two Mumma…’
Mahir watches fondly, biting back laughter. Bela watches like a hawk but even her lips curl into a reluctant smile seeing her drama queens struggling but giggling at the same time.
Finally, Aashvi whispers to Kikvi and Vanya between sit-ups.
Aashvi (hushed, determined):
“Agli baar aur bada prank karenge… par pakde nahi jaayenge. Team Aashvi forever!”
Kikvi and Vanya nod, whispering together.
Kikvi & Vanya (whisper):
“Team Aashvi never surrenders!”
Bela squints suspiciously at them — but her heart melts a little seeing her three partners in crime.
Living Room — Night
The punishment is over. The trio have washed up, changed into fresh pyjamas and now sit cross-legged at the big low table for homework.
Vanya sits like a perfect angel on Mahir’s lap — her books neatly spread, pencil sharp, handwriting clean.
Aashvi sits closest to Bela, who has a scale ready on the table as a subtle threat.
Kikvi sits in between, flipping her maths book with dramatic sighs.
Mahir (to Vanya, proud dad mode):
“Wah meri princess! Kitna pyaara likh rahi ho! Ekdum neat neat. Papa ko dikhao zara.”
Vanya (innocently):
“Dekho na papa… ‘A for Apple’ likha maine.”
She shows her notebook with extra swirls around the A.
Mahir (pretends to wipe a tear):
“Meri artist beti! Genius ho tum! Mumma dekh lo zara — tumhare haath ka sketch bhi banake degi ek din yeh.”
Bela rolls her eyes but doesn’t break her focus from Aashvi’s messy notebook.
Bela (to Aashvi, strict tone):
“Aashi! Yeh kya likha hai tumne? 8 + 4 equals 10?! Kaunse planet pe?!”
Aashvi (pouting):
“Mummaaa woh… galti se likh diya na…”
Bela (taps scale on table):
“Galti se fir se galat likha na toh scale se likhaungi, yaad rakhna.!”
Aashvi quickly corrects the sum, muttering under her breath.
Meanwhile, Kikvi sneakily slides her maths book away inch by inch and opens her drawing notebook instead. She starts doodling a big funny face with spiky hair.
Mahir notices, whispers to Vanya:
“Dekho mumma ki detective nazar se bachegi nahi yeh middle waali…”
Vanya giggles, her mouth full of biscuit crumbs she smuggled in her pocket.
Bela suddenly senses suspicious silence from Kikvi’s side. She darts her eyes at her.
Bela (slow tone, dangerous calm):
“Kiku… maths book kahan gayi?”
Kikvi (fake innocent):
“Woh… woh mumma… drawing kar rahi thi na thoda relax karne ko… maths baad mein karungi promiseee…”
Bela (picks up scale, voice rising):
“Kikvi Sehgal! Baad mein nahi! Abhi! Maths se dar lagta hai toh double homework karaungi main. Book wapas kholo!”
Kikvi gulps, snatches back her maths book and shoots a death glare at her drawing — as if the drawing betrayed her.
Aashvi giggles at Kikvi’s misery, forgetting her own maths sums.
Bela (instantly scolds Aashvi):
“Aashi! Tum kya hass rahi ho? Tere hi sums galat pade hain idhar!”
Aashvi snaps back to writing, tongue poking out in concentration.
Mahir cuddles Vanya closer, shields her from the homework battlefield.
Mahir (kisses her forehead):
“Bas meri Vanu hi samajhdar hai. Baaki dono toh dharti pe aayi hi drama karne ke liye hain.”
Vanya proudly nods, munches another hidden biscuit, and raises her tiny hand.
Vanya:
“Papa… aur biscuit milega?”
Mahir (laughs):
“Aur ek milega… par secret… Mummy ko nahi batayenge, okay?”
Vanya giggles and gives him a secret high-five.
The Trio — True to Themselves
Vanya: Happy, pampered, homework perfect.
Aashvi: Grumbling, half correct sums, scale threat looming.
Kikvi: Sneaky doodler, math-hater, caught every time.
Bela finally looks at Mahir, exhausted.
Bela (mock glare):
“Mahir ji, in dono ko maths aap hi karwa ke dekhiye ek din. Aapko bhi pata chale mumma banna kya hota hai!”
Mahir quickly hugs Vanya tighter, innocent face.
Mahir:
“Mujhse na ho payega madam… main bas biscuit supply karunga.”
Bela rolls her eyes but a tired smile tugs her lips — her little family, perfect chaos and all.
The clock ticks past dinner time. Mahir and Vanya are done — Vanya is licking chocolate biscuit crumbs from her tiny fingers while Mahir tells her a soft bedtime joke.
Meanwhile, Bela, with her trusty scale in hand, inspects Aashvi and Kikvi’s copies like a strict headmistress on a bad day.
Bela (opening Aashvi’s notebook, muttering):
“Let’s see… 7 plus 5 equals… what?! 15?! Aashi!”
Aashvi (nervous grin):
“Mumma woh 7 plus 7 likhna tha mujhe…”
Bela (bangs notebook shut, glares):
“7 plus 7 bhi 15 hota hai kya Einstein ki beti?!”
Aashvi squeaks, hides behind her notebook, her pigtails wobbling as she nods sheepishly.
Bela (sighs dramatically, picks up Kikvi’s notebook next):
“Kikvi, tu dikha… maths ho gaya na pura?”
Kikvi bites her lower lip, tries to slide the notebook back — but too late. Bela flips the pages.
The sums are half done. Half page is empty. There’s a big doodle of a cat wearing sunglasses at the bottom corner.
Bela (voice trembling in rage):
“Kiku! Tum phir se drawing bana rahi thi?! Maths kahan hai?!”
Kikvi (stammering):
“Mumma… woh… woh mere pen ka ink khatam ho gaya tha…”
Bela (eyes wide, sarcastic):
“Oh! Pen khatam ho gaya… aur drawing kis se bana? Kaale jaadu se?!”
Aashvi, peeking from behind her notebook, bursts into a suppressed laugh — bad timing!
Bela (roaring):
“Aashi! Teri himmat kaise ho gayi hasne ki?! Sums abhi bhi galat hain idhar!”
She raises the scale — Aashvi immediately hides her face with the notebook like a shield.
Bela (turns to Kikvi, voice thunderous):
“Tere liye toh special treatment hai — jab maths se dosti nahi karogi na toh scale se toh karni hi padegi!”
Before Kikvi can run, Bela holds her wrist firmly and gives a sharp whack on her palm with the scale — THWACK!
Kikvi (yelps, tears welling up):
“Sorry Mummaaa! Abhi karti hoon… bilkul abhi!”
She hurriedly snatches the notebook back, starts scribbling numbers so fast that the pencil tip breaks.
Bela (breathing hard, points the scale at Aashvi):
“Aashi! Tera homework phir check karoongi main. Agli galti pe do padegi — Yaad rakhna!”
Aashvi gulps, nods like a scared puppy, erases her messy sums frantically.
Meanwhile, Vanya cuddles closer to Mahir, pats his cheek softly.
Vanya (sweetly):
“Papa, Vanu toh good girl hai na?”
Mahir (kisses her head):
“Bilkul meri princess sabse best! Tujhe toh scale kabhi nahi lagega.”
Vanya sticks her tongue out at her sisters — tiny mischief queen style.
Bela sees this and shakes her head in disbelief.
Bela (muttering to herself):
“Ek hi samajhdar nikli… baaki do toh mere dimaag ka test lene aaye hain iss duniya mein.”
She sits back on the sofa, still glaring at Aashvi and Kikvi — who now scribble sums like their life depends on it.
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Sehgal House — Later that Night
The house is calm now — the scale is safely tucked away, dinner is done. Mahir has carried a half-sleepy Vanya in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, thumb in her mouth like a baby.
Aashvi and Kikvi are in their shared room, both sitting cross-legged on Kikvi’s bed. Kikvi looks extra gloomy tonight — pouting, eyes a bit red, not talking to anyone.
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Inside the Girls’ Room
Aashvi (nudges her lightly):
“Oye… Kiku… abhi bhi gussa hai kya?”
Kikvi crosses her arms, nose in air, doesn’t answer. Her palm still stings a bit.
Aashvi (mimicking a crying kitten):
“Meowww… Kiku toh badi badi eyes waali cat ban gayi… baat nahi karti humse.”
Kikvi glances at her sideways, tries to hide her smile but fails a little.
Aashvi (more serious, whispering):
“Sun na… Vanu kitni smart hai na… hum badmashi kare toh scale… woh kare toh Papa ke godh mein biscuit bhi milta hai! Not fair.”
Kikvi (finally mumbles):
“Hmm… wo Papa ki princess… hum toh Mumma ke dande waali princess hain.”
They both giggle softly, forgetting the pain for a moment.
Aashvi (eyes gleaming mischief):
“Koi nahi… agli baar na… Vanu ko hi fasayenge. Uske biscuit box mein chalk powder daal denge!”
Kikvi (snorts a laugh, then whispers):
“Haan… phir principal sir ko bolegi — ‘Main chhoti hoon’… dekhte hain kaise bachti hai!”
They giggle more, plotting their ‘revenge’ for tomorrow.
---
Bela enters silently
She watches her two ‘hurricanes’ whispering conspiracies and feels her anger melt. She sits on the bed, pulls Kikvi close first.
Bela (softly, stroking her hair):
“Meri gudiya… abhi bhi Mumma se gussa hai?”
Kikvi tries to turn her face away but Bela gently kisses her forehead.
Bela:
“Kitni baar bola hai na… homework pe dhyaan diya karo. Mumma ko bura lagta hai jab aise maarna padta hai.”
Kikvi sniffles, then buries her face in Bela’s lap. Bela hugs her tightly.
Bela pulls Aashvi closer, her strict tone melting into affection.
Bela (softly, teasing):
"Aur tu… leader ban ke ghoomti rehti hai? Homework dhang se kiya kar! Varna phir Mumma ko scale uthana padega!"
She plants a loud kiss on both of Aashvi’s cheeks.
Aashvi giggles, hiding her face shyly against Bela’s other side. Bela wraps her arms around both daughters — one snug under each arm — her scolding replaced by pure, unconditional Mumma love.
Just then, Mahir walks in and pauses at the door. He takes in the sight — his fierce wife now a soft cocoon for their two little whirlwinds. A fond smile lights up his face as he steps closer.
Mahir (playfully, to Kikvi and Aashvi):
"Aree… toh Kiku ko Mumma ne fighter bana diya? Aur meri Aashi baby… Papa loves you! Mera sabse bahadur baccha hai yeh."
He bends down, dropping a kiss first on Aashvi’s head, then on Kikvi’s. He notices Kikvi’s little palm, still a bit red from the scale. His brows knit into a gentle frown as he glances at Bela.
Mahir (softly, half-scolding):
"Itna zor se maarna zaroori tha? Dekho zara… ruko, laao… Papa dawai lagate hai."
He opens the bedside drawer, fishes out an antiseptic cream, and sits beside them. Gently, he applies it on Kikvi’s palm. Kikvi winces at the sting but doesn’t pull away. Mahir blows cool air on it dramatically.
Kikvi breaks into a teary giggle.
Mahir leans in, kissing her cheek.
Mahir (soothingly):
"Meri brave princess… Mumma ne maar diya, Papa ne dawai laga diya — ab equal ho gaya, na?"
Kikvi nods, half laughing, half sniffling, her little palm safe in her Papa’s big hand.
Beside Mahir, Vanya sleeps soundly, hugging her favourite teddy bear, tiny snores escaping her lips, blissfully unaware of the scolding-and-pampering session.
Bela rolls her eyes dramatically at Mahir.
Bela (mock annoyance):
"Aapki laadli toh biscuit chor hai… aur yeh dono mere dimaag ke doctor hain!"
Mahir chuckles, slipping an arm around Bela’s shoulders.
Mahir:
"Sab theek hai… Sehgal House mein shor nahi hoga toh ghar kaise lagega?"
All three share a soft laugh, their chaotic little world brimming with warmth, mischief, and love.
The room is now warm with a soft night lamp glow. Aashvi and Kikvi snuggle closer to Bela’s lap, both drifting into sleep with tiny sighs and sleepy mumbles. Vanya is curled up beside Mahir, her teddy squished under her chubby arm.
Bela sits between them, gently running her fingers through Aashvi's silky hair. She watches her middle hurricane Kikvi sleep so peacefully — the little nose, the soft lashes brushing chubby cheeks.
But as Bela looks deeper… something stirs. A flicker in her eyes. That same innocent gaze — those eyes, exactly like her eyes.
Bela’s smile falters. Her chest tightens with a pang of an old wound she keeps buried.
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Flashback: A Shadowed Memory
A woman’s laughter… a pair of pleading eyes… a promise too deep to forget…
“Bela, please… mai jaanti hoon tumse aur Mahir se behtar meri bacchi ko koi nhi pyaar de sakta h— Please meri request maan lo ”
A promise. A trust. And yet, these innocent eyes — Kikvi’s — forever remind her of that chapter.
---
Back to Present
Mahir notices the change instantly. He cups Bela’s hand, squeezing it gently.
Mahir (low, reassuring tone):
“Bela… look at me.”
(She lifts her watery eyes to him.)
“Sab theek hai. Hamari bacchiyan hamari hain. Aur humare paas hain. Bas.”
He presses his forehead lightly against hers. The warmth calms her restless thoughts.
Bela (whispers, voice trembling a little):
“Par Mahir ji… har baar… in aankhon mein woh yaad aa jaati hai…”
Mahir (firm, loving):
“Us yaad ko yahin khatam karo. Yeh tumhari Kiku hai. Tumhari princess. Na woh, na uski parchaayi. Sirf hamari.”
Bela nods slowly, the ache easing as Mahir wipes a stray tear with his thumb.
In her sleep, Kikvi fidgets a little, turns closer into Bela’s lap and murmurs dreamily —
Kikvi (sleep-talking, small voice):
“Team Aashvi… never surrenders…”
Aashvi, half-asleep, echoes with a sleepy giggle, “Haan… never…”
Vanya, fast asleep also joins them, "Never.."
Bela and Mahir both freeze for a second — then burst into hushed laughter. All that heaviness vanishes like mist in morning sun.
Mahir (grinning, whispering to Bela):
“Dekha? Yeh chhoti gang kisiko chain nahi lene degi… na kal, na aaj…”
Bela laughs, pressing a soft kiss to Kikvi’s forehead.
Bela (fondly):
“Team Aashvi kabhi nahi sudhregi… aur Mumma Papa kabhi haar nahi maanege…”
They hug their little hurricane pair tighter, hearts full despite the chaos — a family imperfectly perfect, together, and unbreakable.
---
Sehgal House — Early Morning
The sun peeks through the curtains. Birds chirp softly. For a blissful two minutes, there is calm. Then—
THUD!
Aashvi jumps out of bed, lands squarely on Kikvi’s stomach.
Kikvi (half-asleep shriek):
“Aaaah! Aashi! Kyun?!”
Aashvi (grinning, wild hair, mischief ready):
“Utho Kiku! Operation Kitchen Loot shuru! Papa ki office bag mein chocolates hoti hai na!”
Kikvi forgets her protest instantly.
Kikvi (eyes shining):
“HAAN! Jaldi chalo! Vanu ko uthayein?”
They look at sweet little Vanya — still deep asleep, thumb in mouth.
Both shake their heads together.
Aashvi (whispers):
“Usse sone de… woh toh Papa ki laadli h humko pakadwa degi…”
---
Kitchen — 10 Minutes Later
Mahir is at the dining table, checking emails on his phone. Bela is at the stove, stirring up hot parathas.
Suddenly:
THAP! Mahir’s bag falls from the side table.
Two little hands (Aashvi’s) dig inside like expert thieves.
Mahir (without looking up):
“Aashi… kya dhoondh rahi ho?”
Aashvi freezes, hand inside the bag. Kikvi behind her with an empty plate ready.
Kikvi (fake innocent):
“Papa… bas dekh rahe the… aap ke bag mein koi bhoot toh nahi…”
Mahir (deadpan, to Bela):
“Dekha? Subah subah bhoot check karna zaroori hai inke liye.”
Bela glares at both.
Bela (hands on hips):
“Aashi! Kiku! Bag chhodo! Breakfast table pe baitho! Jaldi!”
They scurry to the chairs, giggling.
---
Breakfast Drama
Vanya comes yawning, hair messy, dragging her teddy.
Mahir (melts instantly):
“Aree meri Vanu! Aaja Princess, Papa ke paas.”
He lifts her onto his lap, feeds her the first bite.
Aashvi and Kikvi exchange a glare at each other: “Dekha? Phir se Papa ki favourite!”
---
Aashvi (mutters to Kikvi):
“Next prank Vanu pe hi karenge. Pakka.”
Kikvi (serious whisper):
“Team Aashvi never forgives.”
Vanya, busy in Mahir’s lap, senses nothing — she just pokes her tongue out at her sisters.
Bela notices all three faces and sighs, shaking her head.
Breakfast Table
Bela places extra parathas in all three plates. She cups Aashvi’s cheek first.
Bela:
“Tu sabki leader hai. Homework time pe bhi leader ban.”
Then she fixes Kikvi’s hair, kisses her temple.
Bela:
“Tu na.. Maths se dosti kar le bas.”
And finally, she pinches Vanya’s nose lightly.
Bela:
“Aur tu… biscuit chor… aaj school mein phir se complaint aayi na, toh Papa bhi nahi bachayenge.”
Vanya giggles and hides her face in Mahir’s chest.
Mahir hugs all three together.
Mahir (declares dramatically):
“Sehgal House ke three hurricanes — aaj sirf good girls banenge! Understood?”
Aashvi and Kikvi: “Yesss Papa…”
Vanya (tiny voice, hiding a smile):
“Me too Papa…”
Bela rolls her eyes but can’t stop smiling.
---
School — Recess Time
The corridor buzzes with noise. Aashvi stands like a mini don, hands on hips, glaring at a group of four boys showing off.
Boy 1 (bragging):
“Humein koi nahi hara sakta! Hamare pranks sabse best hain! Pichli baar Principal sir ko bhi confuuuuse kar diya tha!”
Aashvi snorts loudly.
Aashvi (mocking):
“Hawww! Badi baat hai! Toh tum log Team Aashvi se takkar loge?!”
Vanya, her little sidekick, copies her pose:
“Ha! Hum logon ko koi nahi hara sakta! Hum sabse bade pranksters hain!”
Kikvi pulls Aashvi’s arm nervously.
Kikvi (hushed whisper):
“Aashi please, kal hi Mumma ne maara h… Papa bhi gussa honge… promise kiya tha na good girls banne ka…”
Aashvi (rolls eyes):
“Kiku! Yeh honor ki baat hai! Hum kaise haar maan sakte hain un sabke samne? Team Aashvi never surrenders yaad hai?!”
Vanya adds fuel:
“Aur agar tu nahi karegi na… toh hum tujhe apni team se nikaal denge! Phir hum tumse baat bhi nahi karenge!”
Kikvi looks betrayed, glances at the boys laughing and teasing. With a defeated sigh she nods:
“Thik hai… lekin last time!”
---
Aashvi quickly whispers her plan behind her book:
1. Lure the boys to the empty old storage room near the library.
2. Lock the door from outside.
3. Make scary monster noises from the window.
4. Watch them scream like babies.
Vanya claps happily. Kikvi gulps but follows.
---
Moments Later — The Trap
Boy 2:
“Arre yaar, andar kya hai? Treasure?!”
Aashvi shrugs, acting innocent:
“Tum log bade pranksters ho na? Toh andhar jaake dekho… darrna mat!”
The boys boast loudly and march inside. The second they step in, Aashvi slams the door shut. Kikvi quickly puts the latch in place, hands trembling.
Vanya runs to the tiny window slit and starts howling like a ghost:
“Whooooo… bhoot hoon main… kha jaunga tumhe… AAHHHHHH!”
Aashvi joins in, banging the door dramatically:
“AAAAA BHOOT!!!”
Inside, the boys scream and bang the door:
“Darr lag raha hai! Koi hai? Aahh! Nikaalo!!”
Kikvi, half laughing half scared, tries to shush them:
“Aashi bas karo… koi aa jayega!”
Of course, right then the librarian Ma’am appears, hearing the ruckus. She sees three familiar faces near the door.
Teacher (angry, hands on hips):
“Aashvi! Vanya! Kikvi! Ab kya kiya?!”
The boys inside are pounding the door:
“Madam please bachaiye!”
The teacher unlocks the door — the boys run out screaming about ghosts, covered in cobwebs.
Teacher (furious):
“Principal sir ke office mein abhi! Teenon phir se!”
Aashvi looks at Vanya, both shrug and grin:
“Team Aashvi never surrenders!” they whisper, ignoring Kikvi’s pleading look.
Kikvi facepalms:
“Yeh dono mujhe bhi fasa dete h… Is baar toh papa se bhi daant padegi lagta h!”
Principal’s Office — Afternoon
The three are lined up again in front of a very tired Principal Sharma.
Principal Sharma (rubbing forehead):
“Aashvi… Vanya… Kikvi… tum teenon ke bina school shant kyun nahi rehta?! Roz roz prank?!”
Aashvi looks down, fidgeting.
Vanya holds Aashvi’s dress corner, pretending to be a baby.
Kikvi looks like she is scared the most.
Principal (sighs):
“Main tumhare parents ko phone karta hoon. Aaj toh pakka daant padegi!”
---
Sehgal House — Evening
The front door opens. Mahir, back from work, removes his specs slowly, hearing Principal Sharma on speaker in Bela’s phone.
Principal Sharma (on phone):
“Ji Mrs. Sehgal… aur Mr. Sehgal… aapke teeno baccho ne aaj phir se prank kiya. Chaar ladkon ko store room mein bandh karke bhoot ban gaye! Dar gaya bacche! Unke parents ki bhi complaints aayi h”
Bela’s jaw tightens. Mahir runs a hand through his hair, glaring at the three standing like punished kittens.
Bela (deadly calm):
“Jii Sir. Hum dekh lenge. Bahut bahut shukriya.”
She cuts the call and turns slowly. Mahir folds his arms and raises a brow at his daughters.
---
Living Room — Courtroom Mode
Aashvi quietly tiptoes behind Kikvi, using her as a human shield.
Aashvi (whispers):
"Tu khadi ho aage… tu cute lagti hai…"
Kikvi (whispering back, panicked):
"Main hi hamesha kyun?!"
Before she can argue, Vanya clutches Kikvi’s arm tightly like a scared rabbit.
In an instant, Kikvi shoves both her sisters forward and darts behind the sofa to hide.
Bela (stern voice, eyes narrowing):
“Kikvi! Wapas yahan!”
Kikvi (scared, peeking from behind the sofa):
“Par mumma…”
Mahir (firmly, voice rising):
“Kikvi. NOW.”
Kikvi gulps and slowly tiptoes back into the line, her lower lip trembling, shoulders hunched.
Bela (folding her arms, furious):
“Teeno… sudhroge nahi, hai na? Kal hi punishment mili thi. Papa se promise kiya tha good girls banne ka! Aur aaj fir se naya prank?”
Aashvi (mumbling, head down):
“Woh… boys bol rahe the ki unhone bade bade pranks kiye hain… toh humne challenge liya…”
Mahir (glaring, voice sharp, pointing at Vanya):
“Aur tum, Vanu? Hamesha sabse seedhi banti ho… aaj toh lead mein thi na?”
Vanya (cute pout, soft voice):
“Papa… sorry… unko sirf thoda darana tha… bas…”
Mahir kneels in front of her, eyes firm yet voice gentle.
Mahir:
“Sorry se sab sahi ho jata hai? Agar unmein se koi sach mein dar ke gir jaata toh? Kya prank hi seekha hai tumne?”
Vanya (lowering eyes, whispering):
“Sorry papa…”
Just then Kikvi steps forward, her protective side kicking in.
Kikvi (gently):
“Papa… Vanu ko mat daantiye… woh toh… boys bohot ud rahe the na… isiliye hne aisa kiya—”
But Aashvi jumps in to shift blame.
Aashvi (loudly):
“Nahi papa! Yeh sab vanu idea tha! Usko hi sab plan karna tha! Aap isko acche se daantiye!”
Vanya’s eyes widen in disbelief as she gasps dramatically.
Vanya (offended, snapping):
“Haww! Jhooth bol rahi hai! Tujhe bhi toh sabse zyada maza aa raha tha! Akele mujhe kyun fasa rahi hai!”
Aashvi (mocking):
“Haan par sabse zyada excited toh tu thi! Bhoot banne ka toh tujhe hi craze tha!”
Vanya:
“Toh tu bhi toh jungle ki billi ban gayi thi andhar!”
They start full-blown fighting in front of Bela and Mahir — bickering, pointing fingers, stepping on each other's toes.
Kikvi watches with wide eyes, placing both hands on her head, groaning dramatically.
Kikvi (murmuring to herself):
“Yeh dono toh mujhe bhi le doobengi… kahaan phas gayi main!”
She turns to see Bela and Mahir, both glaring with a look that could freeze fire.
Before she can escape again, both sisters drag her into their blame-game too.
Aashvi:
“Aur Kiku bhi toh thi humare saath!”
Vanya:
“Haan! Usne bhi darwaza band kiya tha!”
Kikvi (horrified):
“Kya?! Main kaha se aayi?! Mujhe toh blackmail kiya tha!”
Bela (slams scale hard on the side table)
THWACK!
The sharp sound echoes. All three flinch and step back immediately, spines straight as sticks.
Bela (voice trembling with rage):
“BAS! Teeno milke badmaashi karti ho toh saza bhi teeno ko milegi! Jitna bada prank… utni badi punishment!”
Aashvi tries to run left — blocked by Mahir.
Vanya hides behind Mahir, clutching his leg like a baby monkey.
Kikvi tiptoes back again… but Bela grabs her collar and pulls her into line.
Bela (furious):
“Ek ek ki complaint roz aa rahi hai! Teachers tum teenon ke naam sunke kaan pakad leti hain!”
Mahir (shaking head, disappointed):
“Papa se promise tod diya tum logon ne… no TV, no games! Sirf homework aur reading!”
Aashvi (mumbling):
“Thoda sa mazaak hi toh tha papa…”
Bela (cutting in):
“Mazaak? School ko joke bana rakha hai ya? Ab dekho mazaak kaise nikalti hoon!”
She points at the floor.
Bela (strictly):
“Yahin baitho… nahi… KNEEL DOWN! Aur homework yahin khatam hoga!”
Reluctantly, the three partners in crime kneel in a perfect line on the carpet. Aashvi at one end, Kikvi in the middle, Vanya at the other end — all sulking.
Bela and Mahir sit on the sofa right in front of them, supervising like hawks, books and pencils in hand.
Vanya leans toward Aashvi, whispering in a squeaky whisper:
Vanya:
“Aashi… aaj toh papa bhi serious mode mein hain yaar… kaise bachenge?”
Aashvi (whispers back, frustrated):
“Lagta nahi bachenge. Dekh kitne gusse mein hain dono. Papa ne bhi team badal li yaar… ab woh bhi Mumma ke saath mile hue hain!”
Kikvi shoots both a death glare, pencil gripped tight:
Kikvi (annoyed, whispering angrily):
“Tum dono ki wajah se hi main bhi fasi hoon! Hamesha emotional blackmail karte ho dono… ‘Kiku please please nahi toh baat nahi karenge!’ — Bas ab toh kuch bhi nahi!”
Before they can bicker more, Bela bangs the scale lightly on the tea table.
Bela (sharp voice):
“Baat kam! Homework pe focus zyada! Aashi — spelling sahi likh! Vanya — digits ginti mein cheat nahi! Kiku — idhar dekh, tu bhi galti mat kar! Ek sum galat hua na.. Raat bhar aise hi rehna phir. ”
The trio freezes, nodding vigorously like obedient lambs.
Mahir opens Vanya’s notebook, checks her sums.
Mahir (pats Vanya’s head, softer):
“Good girl… bas yeh last line sahi likho. Aur cheating nahi.”
Vanya gives him a teary smile and nods.
Aashvi glares at her, muttering under breath:
Aashvi:
“Hamesha papa ki princess banti hai… drama queen!”
Kikvi elbows her lightly, rolling her eyes.
They all sigh — three pranksters, kneeling in a perfect row, scribbling their homework under the watchful eyes of Mumma and Papa.
The living room clock ticks loudly — a cruel reminder that time is not on the trio’s side tonight. Aashvi shifts her knees painfully on the carpet, wincing. Vanya wipes fake tears with her tiny fists, sniffing dramatically. Kikvi, bites her lip, determined not to cry — but her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
Bela watches them like a hawk, arms crossed, scale resting on her knee like a warning baton. Mahir leans back, scanning his phone but keeping one eye on them — no one dares move an inch.
Aashvi (whispering, voice cracking):
“Mumma… bas na… knees mein bohot pain ho raha hai… thoda rest kar lein?”
She tries her best puppy eyes, big round tears threatening to spill. Bela raises a single eyebrow — the look alone kills any hope.
Bela (cold, firm):
“Pain? Tumhe un baccho ko darate waqt pain nahi hua? Us time toh bhooth ban ke chillane mai maza aa raha tha na? Ab punishment mein bhi mazaa lena!”
Aashvi bows her head, biting back a sob.
Vanya shifts closer to Mahir’s leg again, her little arms stretching to hug his ankle.
Vanya (pleading, muffled voice):
“Papa… bas Vanu se galti ho gayi… sorry… vanu good girl banegi… please Papa… knee pe bohot dard ho raha hai…”
Mahir gently untangles her arms, sets her straight on her knees again. His voice is calm but stern:
Mahir:
“Good girls aise pranks nahi karti, Vanu. Ab sabko yeh yaad rahega. Ek minute bhi pehle yeh punishment khatam nahi hoga.”
Kikvi finally breaks — a tiny tear escapes her eye. She looks up at Bela, voice trembling:
Kikvi (softly, ashamed):
“Mumma… main bhi sorry… Aashi aur Vanu ne bola tha bas mazaak hai… main bhi hans rahi thi… nahi karungi dobara… promise Mumma…”
Bela’s stern face softens for a moment —seeing them like this but she doesn’t yield.
Bela (quiet but strict):
“Tu badi hai na, Kiku? Toh sabse badi galti teri hi hai. Tu mana karti toh yeh hota hi nahi. Isiliye tu bhi punishment mein rahegi — dono ke saath.”
The three partners in crime nod silently. The lesson is sinking in now — this wasn’t just mischief, it was wrong.
Aashvi hides her face in her notebook, whispering to herself:
Aashvi (voice cracking, guilty):
“Mumma Papa ko sad kar diya… bad girl ban gayi main…”
Vanya sniffles, folding her hands, looking heavenward as if complaining to God.
Vanya:
“Bhagwaan ji… next time punishment nahi… bas TV de dena please …”
Mahir hears her and shakes his head, hiding a faint smile. He looks at Bela — they both know their three little devils have learnt something important tonight.
Bela (loudly):
“Homework khatam karo. Fir dinner milega — woh bhi bina TV ke. Aur agar dobara school se complaint aayi na… toh pata hai na kya hoga?”
All three together, in perfect chorus, heads bobbing:
Trio:
“Pata hai Mumma… nahi hoga Mumma… sorry Mumma… sorry Papa…”
AFTER SOMR TIME -
The clock strikes nine. The trio is still kneeling, shoulders drooped, eyes heavy with guilt and exhaustion. Aashvi shifts again, whispering a broken complaint:
Aashvi (whining):
“Mumma… please… bohot dard ho raha hai pair mein… please na…”
Vanya joins in, rubbing her knees with tiny palms:
Vanya:
“Mumma… Papa… Vanu ka pair so gaya… please bas kar do…”
Kikvi tries to be brave, but her eyes glisten again:
Kikvi (softly):
“Mumma… bas thoda sa… please…”
Bela doesn’t flinch. Her expression is made of iron, and Mahir mirrors it perfectly. They exchange a silent nod. Finally, Bela taps the scale on her palm once.
Bela (stern):
“Chalo. Utho.”
Relief flashes across their faces as they try to get up — but the moment they put weight on their numb legs, all three wobble dangerously. Aashvi almost topples sideways, Vanya squeaks, clutching Kikvi’s arm, and Kikvi steadies herself on the edge of the sofa.
Mahir watches, unfazed, arms folded:
Mahir (strictly):
“Balance khud banao. Walk to the dining table. Koi drama nahi.”
With trembling legs and wobbly steps, the trio half-walk, half-stumble to the dining table, clutching each other for support. They sit down heavily, wincing as they fold their legs under the chair.
Dinner is served in pin-drop silence. Bela and Mahir eat too — eyes still vigilant. No giggles, no chatting, no excuses. Just quiet munching and the occasional sniffle.
---
Girls’ Room — Later that Night
The lights are dim. Aashvi, Vanya, and Kikvi sit cross-legged on their bed, pillows piled around them. Aashvi rubs her knee, pouting.
Aashvi (murmuring):
“Mumma ne bilkul bhi nahi suna… kitna pain ho raha h yaar…”
Vanya nods furiously, hugging Aashvi’s arm:
Vanya:
“Bohot dard ho raha h…bas kneel down nahi karungi kabhi…”
Kikvi sighs, her guilt evident. She gently pushes Aashvi back and starts pressing her knees with tiny, careful hands.
Kikvi (softly):
“Ruk Aashi… main dabati hoon… phir Vanu ka bhi… dard kam ho jayega thoda…”
Vanya giggles softly despite the pain and nods. A moment later, Vanya and Aashvi press Kikvi’s knees together, all three comforting each other like tiny sisters healing tiny wounds.
---
Outside the Room
Bela and Mahir stand quietly near the door, peeking in. Bela’s stern face melts into a soft smile seeing them caring for each other. Mahir wraps an arm around her shoulders.
Mahir (whispers):
“Galti samajh gaye lagta hai…”
Bela nods, then opens the door fully. The three girls freeze mid-massage, wide-eyed.
Bela (gentle but serious):
“Suno... Idhar aao teeno.”
The trio crawl to the edge of the bed where Bela and Mahir sit down. Bela cups Aashvi's face first.
Bela (softly):
“Galti kya thi, pata hai na? Kisi ko darana mazaak nahi hota. Agar woh boys tumhe lock kar dete toh? Tumhe bhi dar lagta na?”
The girls nod, eyes big and guilty.
Mahir:
“Dusron ke saath wahi karo jo tumhare saath karne par tumhe bura na lage. Yahi rule hai.”
Bela turns to Kikvi, her tone loving but firm:
Bela:
“Kiku… bhale hi tune in dono ko rokne ki koshish ki thi.. Lekin Baad mai saath diya na.. Wo galat tha.. Yeh dono chahe kuch bhi bole.. Tujhe samajhna hoga kaise rokna h dono ko galat karne se.. Badmashi mein saath nahi dena. Samjhi?”
Kikvi’s eyes fill up. She stands on the bed, holds her ears tightly, and stammers:
Kikvi:
“Sorry Mumma… sorry Papa… dobara nahi hoga aisa… kabhi nahi…”
Aashvi and Vanya quickly copy her, tiny hands on ears, tears brimming.
Aashvi:
“Sorry Mumma Papa… hum kabhi nahi karenge aisa…”
Vanya:
“Sorry Mumma… sorry Papa… Vanu good girl banegi…”
Bela and Mahir pull them all into a big family hug, covering their little heads with kisses.
Bela (whispers lovingly):
“Mumma Papa ko aisi complaints nhi chahiye phir kabhi… good girls bano… okay?”
Trio (muffled giggles, nodding vigorously):
“Okay Mumma! Okay Papa!”
That night, the lesson was stronger than any scolding — full of love and promises to never cross the line again.
The girls are still curled up around Bela and Mahir, sniffly but comforted by the warmth of their parents’ arms. Bela gently strokes Aashvi’s messy hair, while Mahir lifts Vanya into his lap, bouncing her softly.
Bela (soft voice, motherly):
“Abhi bhi pair dukh rahe hain? Kitna pain ho raha hai batao?”
Aashvi immediately points at her knees dramatically:
Aashvi (whining cutely):
“Bohot zyada Mumma… yahan… yahan… pura pair toot gaya…”
Vanya nods, hugging Mahir’s neck like a baby koala.
Vanya:
“Papa… Vanu ka bhi pair kaam nahi kar raha… good girl ko aise punishment nahi dete na Papa…”
Kikvi tries to look brave but lets out a tiny hiss when she stretches her knee. Bela catches it instantly and cups her cheek.
Bela (kisses her forehead):
“Dard ho raha h na baby? Par zaroori tha na.. Ab Mumma thik karegi… okay”
She gestures to Mahir, who nods, understanding her silent plan. He shifts Vanya gently on the bed, laying all three girls side by side. He goes to the cupboard, takes out a small balm bottle and a warm cloth. Bela lifts Aashvi’s leg first, placing it on her lap.
Bela (cooing softly):
“Dard hota hai? Mumma blow karegi aur balm lagayegi… theek?”
Aashvi nods, bottom lip jutting out pitifully. Bela rubs the warm balm gently on her knees, massaging in slow circles. Aashvi sighs dramatically, eyes closing in relief.
Aashvi (mumbling dreamily):
“Mumma ke haath se sab thik ho jata hai…”
Meanwhile, Mahir takes Vanya’s tiny feet in his big hands and presses them gently, moving his thumbs in soothing circles.
Mahir (playfully scolding):
“Pranksters ka yeh hi haal hota hai… par Papa sab thik kar denge…”
Vanya giggles sleepily, burying her face in her soft toy while her Papa works magic on her tired legs.
Kikvi watches both of them, fighting tears of relief. Bela finishes Aashvi and shifts to Kikvi, lifting her leg gently.
Bela (softly to Kikvi):
“Mumma ki brave bachi… abhi yeh pain bhi ud jayega… Bas thoda sa aur”
Kikvi sniffles and nods, whispering:
Kikvi:
“Sorry Mumma… next time main rok dungi Aashi aur Vanu ko…”
Bela smiles, kissing her knee gently before massaging it with the balm.
Mahor finishes Vanya’s legs, lifts her up like a feather, and tucks her properly under the blanket.
Mahir (smiling):
“Ab good girls ki tarah so jao teeno.”
One by one, the three little hurricanes drift off — warm balm, loving hands, and endless Mumma-Papa cuddles melting away every bit of pain and guilt.
Bela and Mahir exchange a tired but content look. Bela brushes a strand of hair from Aashvi’s forehead and whispers:
Bela (to Mahir, softly):
“Hamari naughty angels… bina daant ke sudhrengi nahi… aur bina pyaar ke sambhlenge nahi…”
Mahir chuckles, pulling Bela close, watching their sleeping daughters — a trio of tiny sleepy angels after a stormy day.
And in that soft, peaceful night, forgiveness and care stitched their hearts closer than ever.
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