Naina reached her home at 11:30 Pm, all fresh and dressed in an impeccable pineapple yellow t-shirt and faded blue jeans. She removed her footwear outside the door and kept them inside the shoe rack. She walked in, nervous to face her brother if he would be awake by now, and as expected, he was sitting there, flipping channels on the tv while his expressions were strident. Naina gulped down in fear and Parisha came running to her aunt, saying zealously - "Hey Aatya, I miched (missed) you cho cho (so) much."
Parisha's babyish voice caught her father's attention in a swift movement, and he veered at his sister, perusing her anxious expression with an unaltered storm flourishing inside his head.
"I missed you too, my baby, my shona...meri jaan." Naina knelt to tightly hug her niece, pampering her with tons of soft kisses and cuddles.
"Kaha gayi thi aap madam?" She heard her brother asking her sarcastically while switching off the tv.
"Holi celebrate karne." Naina gently replied to him while stroking her niece's chubby face.
"Kiske saath?" Prashant queried.
"Friends ke saath," Naina answered.
Pranali walked out of the bedroom to put Parisha on the bed but saw her husband and sister-in-law having a cold war. She exhaled through her mouth, and Prashant raised another question - "Sameer bhi tha wahan?"
Naina looked at her elder brother with a dejected face, her eyes calm, and said honestly - "Haan."
"Dekha, she's meeting him secretly despite knowing ki Baba ko kitna bura lagega." Prashant turned to his wife, accusing Naina as if she had returned home with a blood-red knife in her stained hand.
"Tum toh aise react kar rahe ho Prashant jaise woh koi crime kar ke aayi ho." Pranali said with an unruffled countenance and earned a hard, scorching look from her husband for blaming him.
"You are of no use, Pranali. You can't see what I can see." Prashant spoke with a disheartened look, and Naina felt something was bothering her brother.
"Dada, kya problem hai aapko Sameer se, please clear karo mujhe," Naina asked him in a tranquil voice, whilst Parisha was miserably struggling to understand what these elders were discussing.
"Tya (Kya) ho laha (raha) hai yahan?" Parisha asked her aunt and mother with an innocent face.
"Shona, us din main aapko woh tall dikhne wale boy se milane le gayi thi na." Naina told her niece in a soft voice, and Parisha quickly remembered - "Woh Cute Stlenjal?"
"Haa wahi, unki hi baat chal rahi hai." Naina beamed at her little queen.
"Woh toh kinne cute oll flendly (friendly) hai." Parisha praised the tall guy she met once but felt a strong connection around him as if she knew him from day one.
"Yeh kiske bare me baat kar rahi hai?" Prashant urgently asked his sister while frowning at his daughter.
"Sameer." Naina said in a gentle voice.
"Oh, unta naam Chameer hai?" Parisha asked her aunt with a toothy smile, and Prashant's insides burnt recklessly when he reckoned his sister took his daughter to meet that noxious man.
"Chameer?" Naina gently laughed at her niece's cute pronunciation, and replied - "Haa Shona, unka naam Chameer hai...par aap unhe Kaka bula sakti hai."
"Kaka? No way, it sounds so oldh (old) I will call him Cute Untle (Uncle) oll (or) else Cute Flend (Friend)" Parisha was trying to find a new name for her Bhua's friend, and Pranali sniggered at her daughter's struggle to nicely name her future Aatya's husband.
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