New day, same shit!

YASHVI

I smiled as I stared at the picture of a loving but chaotic family of four that was hanging on the wall.

I was drawn to the man in his late fifties with his neatly combed black hair.

His passion and love for the three individuals at his side were evident in his warm brown eyes.

His black coat, which fit him nicely, showed how careful and detail-oriented he was.

A woman wearing a gorgeous white saree was standing next to him.

Like a golden river, her wavy hair fell down her back. Her beauty and grace were emphasized by the soft grin that lit up her face.

Her hazel eyes were intensely affectionate as she stared at her kids.

My eyes moved to the tall, six-foot figure next to her as I looked at the picture.

He was in the middle of his twenties. His dimples were on display in his broad, dramatic smile.

His bright brown eyes gleamed with impish intentness. My gaze finally settled on myself, standing next to him.

I savored a moment of luxury. I marveled at the exquisite, voluminous white lehenga that covered me.

As I posed for the camera, my hazel eyes gleamed and my long black hair cascaded down my back.

I looked beautiful with a big smile that showed off my flawless dimples.

I am aware that it stems from my innate ability to strike picturesque positions and my self-assurance from growing up in a loving home.

Alright, enough!

"Oye, din mei sapne dekhne vaali, don't you want to go to college today?"

(hey, daydreamer)

There was no mistaking the voice, and I could smell a hint of trouble in it.

Did he just slap my skull, though? Oh, my precious skull!

I glared at him, letting out a puff of air as I felt a sudden wave of annoyance.

"How dare you hit me, you Bandar?" "Aww, are you hurt?" he asked sarcastically in response to my angry tone.

I sensed a trace of derision in his tone."Of course not, bhaiya," I replied in a sweet voice, flashing a dazzling smile that showed off my dimples.

"You're to mere bade bhaiya (big brother) na; you have the right to hit me."

Despite the cynicism in my words, he narrowed his eyes, his countenance displaying distrust.

"What are you planning to do, shorty?" He appeared to be looking for ulterior motives beneath my naiveté.

I stood up as I was enjoying a lovely meal at the dining table before this monkey interrupted me.

"nothing, Bhaiya. Why would I harm you in any way?" I pretended to be indifferent as I inquired. Eww, cringe!

I tried to hide my naughty intentions as I looked at him innocently."I know this look, okay?" His gaze was fixed on mine as he answered.

"And you don't call me Bhaiya unless you're planning something." I acknowledged his accusation with a smile. "Oh, you know me so well, bhaiya."

I tugged his hair and leaped on his back as I spoke. He let out a scream of pain. "Chord, bandariya, leave me!" He begged, but I clung to him, my hold unyielding.

"Aise kaise chord doon, aaj to, I'll make you ganja." His struggles to escape were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. 

(not that easily, today, I'll make sure you're bald)

All right, here is the moment! With enthusiasm in my eyes, I leaped back to the earth. "Papaaaaa!" I squealed and ran in my father's direction.

However, my brother Aditya quickly intervened to stop me."Bandariya, noo!" He tried to woo me by whispering,

"I'll take you for ice cream, not this, okay?" I threw my arms around Papa and disregarded him.

"Papa, aapke bete ne mujhe mara!" I pouted like a kid and complained.

(father, your son hit me)

Papa narrowed his eyes at Aditya, and his face became serious. His voice was forceful but gentle as he said,

"Why did you hit my little one?" "Par papa maine to-"I cut him off and covered my mouth dramatically before yelling.

(but papa I-)

"Haww, Papa ko jawab deta haii! Dekho papa, bada ho raha hai aur bigadta jaa raha hai!" Aditya gave me a stern look, but I smiled back, pleased with myself.

(haww, you're answering papa, look papa, he is growing up and getting spoiled) 

However, my victory was short-lived since I yelled loudly as someone tugged my ear.

Oh no! "Bigad to tu rhi hai, tabhi to you're framing your brother." I felt like I was caught red-handed by the statements.

(you're the one getting spoiled)

When she twisted my ear, I cried out loudly, "Maaaaaa, it hurts!" I writhed under her firm hold because the agony was so excruciating.

Anger flashed in my mother's eyes, and her face was severe.

"It should," she murmured, tightly gripping my ear. A wave of desperation swept through me as I shouted in agony.

I begged my father, "Aaa, papaa, apni Hitler biwi se Bachao mujhe!".

(aaa, papa, save me from your hitler wife)

Even though I was aware that it was a dramatic analogy, I would do anything to avoid my mother's anger.

With a note of humor, my father replied, "Maaf krna Meri Bacchi, I don't want to die so young."

(sorry, my child)

I gave him a fierce look, irritated that he was trivializing the matter. 

But before I could respond, I heard background laughter.

Huff, I'm getting more and more annoyed with this guy. I was furious and turned to confront him.

"What are you laughing for, huh?" With a stern and accusing voice, I demanded. Aditya stuck his tongue out to mock me as I looked at him.

My mother's tight hold on my ear halted me in my tracks as my fists were about to strike out.

She warned, "Khabardaar mere bete ko kuch kaha to," in a warning-tinged voice. 

(don't you dare say anything to my son.)

Ye aur Inka beta, huff. I gave a grudging apology.

"Accha accha Mata shree, I'm sorry, okay, I won't do anything to your son."

It was obvious from my mother's severe look that she didn't accept my apology. "You better not," she underlined, warning flashes in her eyes.

I muttered, "Yeah, yeah, kindly leave me now, Mata shree; I have to go to college," in an attempt to sound as casual as I could.

With her gaze fixed on mine, my mother let go of my ear. I pouted like a kid and showed her my red ear.

However, amused and irritated, she simply shook her head and left. I sang, "Lonely, I'm so lonely; I have nobody. Bye, meriiiii Hitler mummy, byee papaa!" as I made my way to the door.

My father laughed, my mother shook her head, and Aditya followed me, rolling his eyes impatiently.

"We have to pick up Dwiti today," I stated to Aditya as we sat in the car together.

"REALLY- Oh! I mean- okay!" He attempted to control his enthusiasm as his eyes glowed. I couldn't help but make fun of him.

"You seem really happy; are you that excited to meet my bhabhi, hmm?" Wiggling my eyebrows, I asked.

Aditya looked at me, his cheeks flushed, and he rolled his eyes and muttered, "Whatever."

I rolled my eyes when I saw how bashful he was behaving because, believe me, he is totally different around her.

Dwiti was waiting for us, browsing through her phone, when we pulled up to her mansion. "Hey Diwi!"

She gave me a brief smile when I shouted out, but it vanished as soon as her eyes turned to Aditya.

I could feel the chemistry between them as he gazed at her with a lovely smile. "Stop staring at her, you fool!" I whispered to him.

He disregarded me and called out to Dwiti, "Good morning, beautiful." See, I told you all !

Dwiti blushed as she nodded and smiled shyly before making her way to the back seat.

I stared at them both, wondering what had drawn Dwiti to Aditya, but then I heard a voice. That's his voice!

The man of my dreams, SHIVANSH GUPTA. I got a chill from the depth and smoothness of his voice.

He said, "I'll be there in ten, hm," and my heart skipped a beat. When I looked around, I saw him on the phone, staring at us. I waved and gave him a huge smile.

I pouted downheartedly as he looked aside and hardly acknowledged me. New day, Same shit! After Shivansh hung up, Aditya yelled out to him, "Hey, Shiv!"

Shivansh nodded and hummed briefly in response. With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Aditya remarked, "I have a meeting; pick them up later."

Shivansh nodded, his face enigmatic, and I pondered whether he was always this reserved or simply unsure of how to react.

"We can come by ourselves, right, Yashi?" I nodded in accordance with Dwiti's suggestion.

"Wait for me at the gate later," Shivansh said, and I gasped highly. "I thought you didn't know how to speak, Mr. Khadoos!" (Mr. bitter gourd) 

In an attempt to get a rise out of him, I teased.

However, he disregarded me as usual and left with a confident demeanor, leaving me sulking.

Aditya departed for his firm as we arrived at campus, and I couldn't help but feel that my parents had erred in giving it to him.Well, he is dedicated, ngl.

I teased Dwiti about Aditya as we made our way to our classroom, wondering why they wouldn't go out on a date.

I will have a beautiful bhabhi to keep me company, at least. I was glad to have Dwiti by my side because of her short black hair and how pretty she is.

Saransh, with his brown eyes and curly hair, arrived while we were waiting for our teacher. I felt a sense of unity with my buddies.

I was thankful that they were in my life because we were the ideal trio in this college.

After saying "Hey ladies," like he always does, he sat down between Dwiti and me and put his arms around our necks in a tight hug.

This mard jaat, I swear! When I finally had enough, I poked my fingers into his stomach, causing him to yell in agony and immediately let go.

Rubbing his sore gut, he grumbled, "What's your problem, man?" I gave him a disdainful glance before turning to face the front.

Unfazed, he started talking endlessly about his covert crush-again. Dwiti and I, used to this daily routine, listened in quiet.

He seems to be very enamored with her! I briefly forgot about Shivansh's lack of interest and Aditya's immaturity as we talked and joked.

When the teacher finally arrived, the monotony was broken, and yet another tedious day began.

After a while, the bell rang, signaling the conclusion of our exhausting day.

We were talking and laughing as we made our way to the gate when we were met with a huge mob obstructing our way.

"What's going on?" I said, our curiosity winning us.

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Hey cutiesss, how are y'all? I hope you're doing fine, I finally posted the first chapter, hope y'all like it, Do like and comment and kindly ignore the grammatical errors as english isn't my first language.

Take care !

~Sika