So let’s begin,
Bela’s gaze shifted.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Straight to Akshu.
Akshu, who had been standing quietly till now, immediately straightened—instinct kicking in.
Bela (dry, pointed): “Aur yeh madam—” She tilted her head towards Akshu. “Bukhaar mein ice cream aur noodles ki party chal rahi h iski.. Sharam toh aati nhi h bilkul bhi...”
Akshu froze.
Khushi winced internally. “gayi ab yeh.”
Mahir turned, eyebrows shooting up.
Mahir: “Ohhh?” He looked at Akshu, pretending to assess her dramatically. “Toh yeh hai hamari bimar patient?”
Akshu rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed.
Akshu (mumbling): “Wo… bas thoda sa…” She glanced at Bela. “Bukhaar itna bhi zyada nahi tha ma'am…”
Bela folded her arms tighter.
Bela: “Haath lagao toh pata chal jaata hai kitna zyada tha.”
Akshu shut up instantly.
Mahir burst into a soft chuckle, shaking his head.
Mahir (playful, teasing): “Arre yaar Bela, chhodo na.” “Bukhaar mein thoda drama toh chalta hai.” Turning to Akshu— “Waise bhi, yeh toh pehle se hi drama queen hai.”
Akshu rolled her eyes but smiled faintly.
Akshu: “Thank you, Sir. Support ke liye.”
Mahir winked.
Mahir: “Anytime.”
Just then—
Footsteps.
Fast. Excited.
And suddenly—
“Papaaa—” (kids’ voices overlapping, chaotic)
Before anyone could react—
Aashi, Vanu, and Kiku came charging in from the hallway.
“Papaaa!” “Mummaaa aap log aa gaye!”
They collided into Mahir all at once.
Mahir laughed out loud, instinctively bending and scooping Aashi and Kiku up in his strong arms while Vanu wrapped herself around his waist.
Mahir (grinning): “Arre arre, ek-ek karke!” “Kya plan bana rakha hai, mujhe giraane ka?”
Aashi giggled.
Aashi: “Hum darr gaye the!” “Mumma aur didi log sab chale gaye the!”
Vanu: “Hum soch rahe the Vanshu didi kho gayi!”
Mahir’s smile softened.
Mahir: “Nahi princess.” “Sab safe hain.” “Ab sab ghar pe hain na.”
He looked up at Bela—still holding two kids.
Mahir: “Right, mumma?”
Bela shot him the look.
The one that said:
Zyada cute banne ki zarurat nahi hai.
But her lips twitched despite herself.
The atmosphere in the living room shifted instantly. The playfulness evaporated the moment Bela cleared her throat. It wasn’t a loud sound, but it carried the weight of a gavel striking a judge’s desk.
Bela stood with her arms crossed, her face serious. Her eyes swept across the room, assessing the culprits. First, she locked eyes with the “Team Unstoppable”. Then, her gaze lowered to “Team Aashvi” who looked like deer caught in headlights.
Bela: “Tum dono teams… after dinner mujhe study mein chahiye. Sab ke sab. For now, let’s go and have dinner. We are already late.”
The little ones gulped audibly, sensing the looming danger. Simultaneously, three pairs of puppy-dog eyes shifted toward Mahir. Papa, save us please, their expressions screamed.
Mahir, usually their savior, looked at Bela’s stiff posture and realized this was a lost cause. He threw his hands up dramatically, his eyes conveying a helpless apology: Sorry baccho, Mumma is the General today. I have no jurisdiction here.
Vanshu, who was physically exhausted and emotionally drained from the day’s events, rubbed her forehead. She really just wanted to disappear under a duvet. She tried to protest, her voice weak.
Vanshu: “Ma’am… mujhe bhookh nahi hai. Main jaake so jaun? Please”
Akshu, observing the situation, realized that a meeting in the study after dinner meant a long lecture or an interrogation. Her survival instincts kicked in. She quickly grabbed her head, squeezing her eyes shut as if a sudden migraine had struck her down. She swayed slightly for effect.
Akshu: “Ma’am… mujhe bhi sar mein bohot dard ho raha hai. Achanak se tabiyat ekdum theek nahi lag rahi. Thand bhi lag rahi hai bohot… shivering ho rahi hai. Main bhi jaun sone ke liye? Please? Bhookh nahi hai ekdum.”
Khushi, standing next to her, kept her face neutral but thought internally, Yeh ladki nahi sudhregi.
Bela didn’t blink. She glared at Vanshu briefly, acknowledging her tiredness but not accepting the excuse to skip a meal. Then, she turned her laser focus to Akshu. She eyed her from top to bottom.
Akshu claimed she was freezing, yet she was having ice cream in this freezing cold, and hunger? Bela raised an eyebrow.
Bela: “Thand lag rahi hai? Really, Akshu? Aur bhookh kaise lagegi? You were stuffing your face with noodles, pizza, and ice cream just an hour ago. Maine dekha tha.”
Akshu frozen mid-sway. She opened one eye, realizing her medical drama had massive plot holes. She gulped, smiling sheepishly.
Akshu: “Wo… actually…”
Bela cut her off, turning back to Vanshu with a slightly softer, but still firm expression. She knew Vanshu was drained, but skipping meals wasn’t the solution.
Bela: “Vanshu, I know you are tired. But khali pet nahi sona hai. Khana kha ke so jana, it takes 10 minutes. And this is an order. For everyone.”
The word “Order” hung in the air. In this house, disobeying an order from Bela was a guaranteed way to upgrade a scolding into a punishment.
Mahir: (clearing his throat) “Chalo chalo, Mumma ne bol diya na? Let’s eat. Khane ke baad… uh… study mein milte hain.”
The Dinner
The dining table, usually a place of chaotic chatter and laughter, was eerily silent. The only sounds were the clinking of spoons against plates.
The kids ate with mechanical efficiency, glancing at Bela, who was eating calmly at the head of the table. Every time Bela looked up, three little heads immediately bowed down to their plates, chewing furiously.
Akshu was poking at her food more instead of eating, as she was already half full from the junk they ordered.
Khushi: (whispering to Akshu) “Chup chap kha le. Jitna drama karegi, utna lamba lecture milega.”
Akshu: (whispering back) “Lecture nahi, yeh court martial hone wala hai aaj.”
Vanshu ate quietly, too tired to engage in the conspiracy theories, just wanting this over with.
The Study – The Court Martial Begins
The heavy wooden door of the study clicked shut, sealing the fate of the six occupants inside. The air conditioner hummed softly, but for the kids, the room felt stiflingly hot.
Bela stood behind her large desk for a moment before walking around it, leaning against the edge, her arms crossed.
The six culprits stood in a line. The height difference was stark—the three teenagers (Team Unstoppable) looking down nervously, and the three little ones (Team Aashvi) looking up with wide, fearful eyes.
Bela’s gaze didn’t waver. She started with the smallest members of the rebellion.
Bela: “Team Aashvi. Step forward.”
Aashi, Vanu, and Kiku shuffled forward two tiny steps, their hands fidgeting behind their backs.
Bela: “Tum teeno… Kya bataya tha Khushi aur Vanshu didi ne tumhe jab main gayi thi?”
The three exchanged glances, silently deciding who would speak first.
Aashi: (voice small) “Ki… ki aap thana gaye ho kisi important kaam se.”
Vanu: (looking at her toes) “Aur jab tak aap wapas nahi aate… un dono ki baat sunni hai.”
Kiku: (innocently) “Aur shaant rehna hai… kyuki Akshu didi ko fever hai. Aur wo so rahi h.”
At the mention of “fever,” Akshu, standing in the back row, flinched and looked at the ceiling, trying to avoid Bela’s sharp side-glance.
Bela didn’t look at Akshu yet. She kept her eyes fixed on the trio in front of her. Her expression darkened slightly.
Bela: “Exactly. Aur tum teeno ne kya kiya? Shaant rehne ki jagah pure ghar ko sar pe utha rakha tha tumne.”
She walked slowly from one end of the line to the other.
Bela: “Shor macha rahe the… Khushi ko pareshaan kar rahe the. Uski baatein sunayi nahi de rahi thi ya samajh nahi aa rahi thi? Agar main ghar pe nahi hoon, toh iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum logon ko privilege milta hai ki jo mann mein aaye wo karo.”
The little ones hung their heads lower. Bela stopped right in front of Kiku.
Bela: “Aur Kiku… tum phone chala rahi thi Khushi didi ka, haina? Jab maine call kiya tha?”
Kiku’s head snapped up, her eyes widening into saucers. Her mouth opened slightly in genuine shock. How did Mumma know? She had lied!
Kiku: (gasps) “Aapko… kaise pata?”
Bela: (raising a brow) “Zyada shock hone ki zaroorat nahi hai. Sab pata hai mujhe ki kya kar rahe the tum teeno. I have eyes everywhere. Aur tumhe lagta h tum jhooth bolke bach jaogi mujhse? Ek second nhi lagega mujhe check karne mai.”
The three little ones realized there was no point in hiding anything. Their shoulders slumped.
Team Aashvi: (in unison) “Sorry Mumma…”
Bela shook her head firmly.
Bela: “Sorry mujhe nahi… Khushi ko bolo. Kaan pakad ke.”
Had it been any other day Aashi would have argued and fought back about not saying sorry, because Aashvi Sehgal saying sorry to someone was not a common thing everyone could afford. But she knew Bela’s mood right now, and now not following her orders would only create more trouble for her. And she clearly didn’t want that.
The three of them immediately reached up, their small hands grabbing their earlobes. They turned around to face Khushi, who was standing awkwardly between Vanshu and Akshu.
Khushi, feeling bad for the little ones who looked on the verge of tears, stepped forward slightly.
Khushi: (softly) “Ma’am… it’s okay. Wo bachhe hain…”
Bela’s head snapped toward Khushi. Her voice was sharp.
Bela: “Tumse pucha maine?”
Khushi stopped mid-sentence. She gulped, sensing the shift in temperature, and immediately shook her head.
Khushi: “Nahi Ma’am.”
Bela: “Then stay quiet. Let them learn.”
Khushi stepped back into line, giving the kids a helpless look. The three little ones, ears still held tight, looked up at their didi with genuine apology.
Team Aashvi: “Sorry Didi… Ab se hum aapki baat sunenge. Pakka.”
Bela let them stand there for thirty long seconds, letting the weight of the apology sink in. The silence in the room was absolute. Finally, she exhaled.
Bela: “Hands down.”
They dropped their hands instantly, rubbing their earlobes.
Bela: “Jao sone. Kal school hai. Agar subah uthne mein drama kiya kisi ne, toh no TV for a week. Clear?”
Team Aashvi: “Yes Mumma! Goodnight Mumma!”
Without wasting a single second, Aashi, Vanu, and Kiku scrambled toward the door, pushing each other slightly in their haste to escape the lion’s den. They knew they had gotten off easy with just a scolding.
The door clicked shut again.
The room fell silent.
Bela turned slowly. Now, only the “elders” remained—Vanshu, Khushi, and the “sick” patient, Akshu.
Bela crossed her arms again, her eyes narrowing.
Bela: “Now… let’s talk about the ringleaders.”
The atmosphere in the study thickened. The air conditioner hummed, but the temperature seemed to drop as Bela’s gaze shifted.
Slowly. Deliberately.
She locked eyes with Akshu.
Bela took a slow, menacing step forward. Akshu’s survival instinct kicked in immediately, and she took a hasty step back.
Bela stopped her with a single, sharp gesture of her index finger.
Bela: “Don’t. Move.”
Akshu froze.
Bela reached out to the desk and grabbed a long, wooden ruler lying there. She didn’t raise it to strike, but she pointed it directly at Akshu, the wood gleaming under the study lights. Her voice dropped to a dangerously low octave.
Bela: “Kya kaha tha maine?”
Akshu stared at the tip of the ruler, cross-eyed for a second, before looking back at her mother’s blazing eyes. She gulped, her throat dry.
Akshu: (stuttering) “R-rest… rest karne ko…”
THWACK!
Bela whipped the ruler down, hitting the floor with a sharp crack.
Everyone flinched. Khushi and Vanshu held their breath. Akshu actually jumped a little squeezing her eyes shut thinking the scale landed on her.
Bela: “Aur tum bahar maze se baith ke yeh sab kha rahi thi aur order kar rahi thi, haan? Bohot zyada paise aa gaye hain kya waste karne ko? Aur meri permission ke bina, how dare you touch that junk?”
Akshu looked at the ruler, knowing that one wrong answer could make that scale land somewhere much more painful than the floor. She tried to navigate the situation carefully.
Akshu: (quickly) “Sorry Ma’am… bas… mann ho gaya tha. Bhookh lagi thi, aap bhi nahi the ghar par aur biscuit khane ka mann nahi tha… kuch chatpata khane ka mann tha isliye order kiya… Aur main soyi thi sach mai ma’am! Phir who bachhon ki aawaz se neend khul gayi aur…”
Her voice trailed off. Bela was glaring at her so hard that Akshu felt like shrinking into the floor. Bela’s grip tightened around the ruler until her knuckles turned white.
Bela: “Aur tum TV dekhne baith gayi haina.. Neend khul gayi thi toh bed se uth ke itni thand mein naachna zaroori tha? Bed pe rest karti. Khushi se bol deti, maine use kitchen mein jaane se mana kiya tha par snacks dene se nhi.. kuch der snacks kha ke guzara nahi kar sakti thi?”
Bela took another step closer, invading Akshu’s personal space.
Bela: “Faltoo mein itna order karke paise waste karne ki kya zaroorat thi? Aur bachhon ne jo kiya so kiya… Tumne suni Khushi ki baat? Don’t tell me usne tumhe rest karne ko nahi kaha tha? Ya game khelne ko mana nhi kiya tha? Did she tell you ki jaake TV dekho?”
Akshu lowered her head, looking at her slippers.
Bela: “Look at me when I am talking to you Akshika
(Akshu immediately lifted her head, looking at Bela’s furious eyes)
Tumhe pata nhi h ki fever mai, screen ke saamne zyada waqt bitane se.. Aankhon pe pressure padta hai, sar aur dukhta hai usse, par nahi… Tum khud zidd kar rahi thi baith ke udhar. Abhi fever nahi hota na tumhe, Akshu, toh itna maarti ki saara bhoot utar jaata ‘Strong’ banne ka.”
Bela’s voice shook slightly, revealing the worry beneath the anger.
Bela: “Strong banne ka matlab yeh nahi hota hai ki you will suffer and make yourself ill just to prove a point. Pagal ladki. Subah se tadap rahi ho fever mai.. Why? Ya tumhe yeh laga ki Ma’am ke saamne apni baat rakhna ab weakness ho gayi h tumhare liye.”
Akshu opened her mouth to defy that, but Bela stopped her pointing the scale at her.
Bela: “No let me finish first! I am strict but that doesn’t mean ki tum mujhse aake apni problems share na kar sako.. Strong banne ke chakkar mai subah se pareshaan kar rakha h tumne sabko, do you even realise that? Aur sabse zyada khud ko pareshaan kiya h..haalat dekho apni bas strong banne chali h idiot.”
Bela’s voice cracked a bit, as she noticed her weak posture, pale lips, eyes that always carried a hint of mischief dull.
Akshu realized Bela was right. In her stubbornness to not be “the sick kid” and to let Bela notice that she was weak, she had ignored her body and troubled everyone else in the process. She realised that being strong doesn’t mean that you can push yourself off the cliff. The guilt finally washed over her, replacing the fear.
Akshu: (softly, genuinely) “Sorry Ma’am. Galti ho gayi.”
Bela looked at her. Really looked at her. For a fleeting second, her eyes softened, seeing her pale face and tired posture. But just as quickly, the General returned. She wasn’t done yet.
Bela: “Tumhari tabiyat theek nahi hai, isliye I am sparing you today. But mark my words…”
She pointed the ruler at Akshu’s chest, tapping it lightly against her shirt.
Bela: “Next time if you are not feeling well… I want ki tum khud aao mere paas and tell me that you are not well. Because, if I have to find out on my own like this… then this scale will be making a direct contact with you. And then I won’t care if you have a fever or not. Samajh aaya?”
Akshu gulped and nodded vigorously, reading the threat loud and clear. She understood the subtext: Chup rehne mein hi bhalai hai abhi.
Akshu: “Yes, Ma’am. Samajh gayi.”
Bela: “Good. Now, hold your ears and keep standing there until I finish with both of them.”
Akshu blinked. Her internal monologue went into overdrive.
Akshu (thinking): Arre yaar… abhi toh kaha tabiyat theek nahi hai isliye punishment nahi dengi… abhi phir kaan pakadne ko bol rahi hain. Yeh kaise baccho wali punishment h.. Ma'am bhi na… ajeeb hain.
She frowned slightly, a confused pout forming on her face. But seeing Bela turn her head back toward her with an expectant eyebrow raised, Akshu didn’t dare to voice her logic.
She quietly reached up, crossed her arms, and held her ears, looking like a dejected puppy.
Bela turned away from her, the ruler still in hand, and fixed her gaze on the remaining two members of Team Unstoppable—Vanshu and Khushi.
Bela: “Ab tum dono…”
Bela’s eyes shifted from Akshu—who was standing silently holding her ears—and landed squarely on Vanshu.
Vanshu stiffened instantly. She knew she wasn't innocent. Leaving the house in a fit of rage, and wandering off was a recipe for disaster, and she had cooked it to perfection tonight.
Bela didn't raise the ruler this time. She didn't need to. Her glare was heavy enough to crush rocks. Vanshu tried to lower her gaze, unable to meet those blazing eyes, but Bela’s voice stopped her.
Bela: "Look at me, Vanshu."
Vanshu forced her head up, her chin trembling.
Bela: "I don't know tumhare aur Khushi ke beech kya hua... Why you stepped out like this. But one thing is clear—ki koi choti baat toh nahi thi. Because jitna main tumhe jaanti hoon, you are sensible. You will never take such a step without a reason."
Bela took a breath, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.
Bela: "Tumhe gussa aa raha tha, I understand. Par tum wait kar sakti thi mera? Jab baat itni badi thi that you lost your control like this... You should have waited for me. Aise raat ke time, andhere mein nikal gayi... raasta bhatak gayi thi tum. Kuch ho jaata tumhe toh main kya karti? Kaise jawaab deti tumhare parents ko? Tell me!"
Bela stepped closer, the distance between them closing, her composure slipping.
Bela: "Do you have any idea tumhe wahan us Police Aid Post pe dekh kar main kitna ghabra gayi thi? My heart stopped, Vanshu."
Vanshu’s eyes widened in disbelief. For the first time, she saw past the anger on Bela’s face. There was raw fear there. Deep, paralyzing worry.
Bela’s voice cracked, losing its command.
Bela: "Kaise kar sakti ho aisa, haan? Apne gusse ko, apni feelings ko itna bada bana liya ki yeh nahi socha ki tumhe agar kuch ho jayega... toh yeh dono pagal—" she pointed vaguely at Akshu and Khushi "—tumse chahe jitna lad lein, par itna pyaar karte hain ki bardasht nahi kar payenge. Ek baar bhi mere baare mein nahi socha haa?"
Bela paused, realizing her voice had gone soft, too vulnerable. She quickly looked away, clenching her jaw.
Bela (thinking): Kya kar rahi hai Bela? You can't look weak in front of them. Sambhal khud ko. You are the General.
But the damage was done. Vanshu had seen it. Tears spilled from Vanshu’s eyes, rolling down her cheeks unchecked. She felt a wave of guilt so strong it nearly buckled her knees—not because she broke a rule, but because she had scared the person she looked up to the most.
Vanshu: (sobbing) "I am so sorry, Ma'am... Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha us waqt kya karun main. Bas jaana tha yahan se... Bas nikalne ka mann kar raha tha."
She wiped her face with the back of her hand, trying to explain through hiccups.
Vanshu: "Aur maine kar di yeh galti. Main zyada dur nahi gayi thi... garden tak gayi thi bas. Par aage raaste mein mujhe ek puppy mila... woh ghayal tha bohot. He needed treatment. Mujhse raha nahi gaya... aur bina soche bas chali gayi doctor ke paas usko leke. Aur wapis aate waqt raasta bhatak gayi..."
She looked at Bela with absolute sincerity mixed with helplessness.
Vanshu: "I am sorry... I am very sorry. Main aapko pareshaan nahi karna chahti thi. Main khud darr gayi thi... Agar aap nahi aate toh pata nahi main kaise aati wapas. Par..."
Vanshu paused, a small, teary sad smile touching her lips.
Vanshu: "Par mujhe pata tha aap dhoond lengi mujhe. Main kahin bhi chali jaun... You will find me."
Standing a few feet away, Khushi felt like someone had punched her in the gut. She closed her eyes, cursing herself for every word she had uttered earlier that drove Vanshu out. Her hand—the one she had used to punch the wall in anger earlier—clenched into a tight fist. The knuckles were bruised, slightly swollen, and had a few cuts. Her nails dug into her palm, the physical pain grounding her against the overwhelming guilt.
Bela looked at Vanshu. This girl, who had only been part of their lives for a few months, wasn't biologically her daughter, yet she had just declared an unwavering faith in Bela’s protection. You will find me.
Bela watched Vanshu crying, her hands instinctively moving to hold her ears in apology.
The General crumbled. The Mother in her took over.
Bela: "Oh, come here, you idiot. Dara diya tha tumne mujhe."
Bela pulled Vanshu into a tight hug.
Vanshu melted into the embrace, burying her face in Bela’s shoulder, sobbing freely now. Bela stroked her hair, one hand patting her back rhythmically to calm her down.
Bela: (whispering) "Shhh... bas. It's okay. You are safe. You are home."
Akshu, still holding her ears, smiled through her own misery.
After a long minute, Bela pulled back. She wiped a tear from Vanshu’s cheek with her thumb. Then, she straightened her posture, cleared her throat, and the steel returned to her eyes.
She looked Vanshu dead in the eye.
Bela: "Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna. Aaj ke baad agar kabhi tumne aise gusse mein ghar ke bahar kadam rakha na... toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Do you get it?"
Vanshu nodded vigorously, sniffing.
Vanshu: "Yes, Ma'am. Kabhi nahi karungi."
Bela: "Good. Now wipe your face."
Bela turned slowly. Two down. One to go.
Her gaze landed on Khushi. Khushi, who stood like a statue, her bruised hand clenched at her side, eyes fixed on the floor, waiting for the storm she knew she deserved.
She didn’t look at Khushi’s face. Her gaze traveled down, past the rigid shoulders, past the stiff posture, and landed straight on Khushi’s right hand.
It was clenched tight at her side. Even in the dim light of the study, the damage was visible. The knuckles were swollen, angry red mixed with the beginning of a bruise, and there were small cuts where the skin had split on impact.
Bela’s eyes hardened instantly. The softness she had shown Vanshu evaporated, replaced by a cold, sharp fury. She knew exactly what that meant. She knew exactly what Khushi had done in her anger.
She took a step forward, ready to grab that hand and demand an answer right then and there.
Khushi saw the direction of Bela’s gaze. Panic surged through her. She immediately looked up, locking eyes with Bela. Her expression wasn’t defiant; it was desperate.
Please, Ma’am, her eyes begged, darting briefly to Vanshu and Akshu and then back to Bela. Not in front of them. Please. Don’t let them see this. They will be hurt… I don’t want them to know. Not now atleast.
The silent request hung in the air between them.
Bela paused. She saw the desperation in Khushi’s eyes. She understood that exposing Khushi’s violent outburst—and the self-inflicted injury—right now would only distress Vanshu (who was already guilty) and scare Akshu.
Bela clenched her jaw, accepting the silent deal. For now.
She took a deep breath and turned slightly to Akshu, who was still holding her ears and looking confused.
Bela: “Akshu… hands down.”
Akshu blinked, surprised at the sudden reprieve. She slowly lowered her arms, rubbing her sore ears.
Akshu: “S-sachi?”
Bela: (voice clipped) “Haan. But this is your last warning. Go upstairs, change into something warm, take your medicine, and sleep. Vanshu…”
Vanshu looked up.
Bela: “Take her with you. Make sure she rests. I want to talk to Khushi alone.”
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy. Akshu sensed that something was wrong. Khushi looked too pale, and Bela looked too calm—the kind of calm before a hurricane.
Akshu: (hesitating) “Par… Ma’am, hum saath mein jayenge. Khushi ka judgement abhi baaki h…”
Vanshu: (cutting her off) “Akshu, chal.”
Vanshu, being more observant, had noticed the tension radiating off Bela. She didn’t know about the hand, but she knew Khushi was in deep trouble, and she knew that staying here would only make Bela’s temper worse.
Akshu: “Arre par…”
Vanshu: (firmly grabbing Akshu’s arm) “Maine kaha na, chal. Ma’am ko baat karni hai. Let’s go.”
Vanshu practically dragged a protesting Akshu out of the study.
Akshu: (while being dragged) “Khushi, tum aa rahi ho na? Jaldi aana…”
The door clicked shut.
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To be continued..
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