Sequel to Ghar where love matters
Aarav wants to spend most of the time with his parents after they suffered 6 months separation from each other.
Manvi supports and understands his love for them but she somehow feels insecure and neglected even thou...
Aarav stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a simple white kurta and pajama, his damp hair still slightly tousled. As he walked toward the bed, he gently brushed his fingers through Manvi's hair, his voice soft yet playful. "Manvi, utho, mandir jaana hai."
Manvi, half-asleep, turned her face into the pillow and groaned. "Aarav, please, mujhe sone do! Tum roj yeh puja karte ho. Ek din main nahi aaungi toh bhagwaan naraz nahi honge mujhse," she murmured in a sleepy tone.
Aarav couldn't help but smile at her sleepy protest. "Thik hai... main maa papa ke saath jaa raha hoon. Tumhe pakka sona hai?" he teased, his eyes twinkling.
Manvi opened one eye just enough to glare at him playfully. "Sone do na!" she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.
Chuckling to himself, Aarav gave in and gently patted the blanket before turning to leave the room. But as he reached the door, Manvi's voice stopped him.
"Suno!" she called softly.
Aarav turned, smiling. "Kya?"
"Miss me," she said, her voice filled with a playful sweetness.
Aarav grinned and shook his head affectionately before closing the door behind him.
Downstairs in the kitchen, his mother Ruhana was busy making laddoos, the aroma of ghee and cardamom filling the air. Aarav's eyes sparkled with mischief as he sneaked up behind her, tiptoeing like a cat, his hand inching toward one of the laddoos. But before he could grab it, Ruhana smacked his hand lightly, causing the laddoo to fall back into the plate.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Puja ke baad," she said firmly, raising an eyebrow.
"Maa, ek laddoo toh de do," Aarav whined, trying his best to look innocent.
"Aaru, aaj ke din daant khaani hai mujhse?" Ruhana scolded gently, though her eyes twinkled with affection.
Aarav sighed dramatically. "Thik hai."
Ruhana, still shaping laddoos, asked, "Manvi?"
"Maa, soh rahi hai. Kal raat der se soyi thi," Aarav replied, tying up the conversation with a quick explanation.
"Lekin puja?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice.
Aarav smiled. "Maa, abhi bahut chidchidi ho jaati hai. Rehne do na. Waise bhi 3-4 saal se iss din woh mere saath US mein hoti thi. Aaj aap dono ka hona zaroori hai."
"Thik hai," Ruhana agreed, understanding the unspoken bond they all shared.
Aarav helped pack the laddoos into small boxes, carefully stacking them to make sure none would get crushed. As they finished, his father Vineet came down the stairs, adjusting his watch.
"Ruu, sab samaan ho gaya hai? Chalo, late ho rahe hain," Vineet said in his usual calm but punctual manner.
Aarav jumped in, "Papa, samaan dijiye, main car mein rakh deta hoon. Aap aao Maa ke saath."
