Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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When Abhimanyu returned home after the football showdown with Kunj, his thoughts were consumed by the new addition to his college life. As he sat down to dinner with his mother, her inquisitive eyes couldn't help but notice the unusual distraction in her son's demeanor.

His mother, always perceptive, asked, "Abhi, how was your day at college today?"

Abhimanyu's initial reaction was one of frustration. He grumbled, "It was fine, Mom. Nothing special."

However, as he began recounting the events of the day, he found himself inadvertently mentioning Kunj's features with a dreamy look in his eyes. "This guy, Kunj, he's got these amazing football skills, and his confidence on the field is... well, it's something else."

His mother couldn't help but suppress a knowing smile, sensing that her son's anger was evolving into something else entirely. "Sounds like you're quite impressed with this Kunj," she teased gently.

Abhimanyu, realizing where his thoughts had unconsciously led him, denied hastily. "No, no, Mom, it's not like that. I mean, he's just a guy on the football field, that's all."

His mother raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Are you sure, Abhi? Because it sounds like you're talking about him with a lot of admiration."

Abhimanyu shook his head vigorously, trying to convince himself as much as his mother. "No, Mom, it's Twinkle that I like, not Kunj. I mean, he's just a friend."

His mother chuckled softly, understanding her son's inner turmoil. "Alright, Abhi, whatever you say. But remember, friendships can sometimes turn into something more unexpected."

As Abhimanyu retreated to his room, he couldn't help but reflect on his feelings. He was convinced that it was Twinkle who held a special place in his heart, but the mention of Kunj had certainly stirred something within him. Little did he know that the path of his heart would be full of twists and turns as he navigated the complexities of friendship, love, and self-discovery.
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In the cozy living room of the Khanna house, Twinkle and Kunj sat with Leela, their foster mother, eagerly recounting their respective days at college.

Kunj started with an animated description of his first day, his excitement palpable. "Well, Maa, Twinkle and I had quite an eventful day. Let me tell you about the friends I made."

He began with Manik, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Manik is a bundle of energy, always ready for some fun. He's Twinkle's best friend, and I can already tell we're going to get along like a house on fire."

Leela smiled, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "That's wonderful, Kunj. It's good to know you've made a great friend."

Kunj continued, "Then there's Twinkle, of course. You know how close we are. She's like a little sister to me."

Twinkle beamed at the mention, feeling her heart swell with affection for Kunj.

Kunj went on to describe Abhimanyu, though his tone was a bit more reserved. "And there's Abhimanyu, a talented football player. We had a little football match today, and let's just say, I came out on top."

Twinkle couldn't help but giggle, knowing how competitive the two could be.

Leela raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Abhimanyu, you say? He must be an interesting character."

Kunj nodded, though his thoughts remained somewhat conflicted. "Yes, Maa, he's quite the character, for sure."

As Kunj continued to share his day's experiences with his new friends, it was clear that the college had already brought about exciting connections and potential adventures. However, beneath the surface, a complex web of relationships and emotions was beginning to form, and Kunj couldn't help but wonder how they would all evolve in the days to come.
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In the cozy dining room of Manik's house, a familiar scene was unfolding. Manik sat on a chair, looking quite put out, as his mother scolded him for not eating his vegetables.

"Manik, you're a grown man now. You can't keep avoiding your vegetables like a child," his mother admonished, holding a spoonful of greens.

Manik sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Mom, I've told you a million times, I just don't like broccoli."

His mother chuckled as she fed a spoonful to the baby in an adult's body, teasingly saying, "Well, it's time you develop a taste for them. You're not a kid anymore, you know."

Manik couldn't help but smile at his mother's playful banter, even if he did feel like a child in that moment. "Okay, okay, I'll try," he conceded.

His mother patted his cheek affectionately. "That's my good boy. Now, finish your veggies."

As Manik begrudgingly ate his vegetables, he couldn't help but be grateful for the warmth and humor that filled his home. No matter how old he got, he knew that his mother would always treat him like her little boy, even if she did like to tease him about it from time to time.
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In the elegant dining room of Arjun's house, his father had meticulously arranged the dinner table for their evening meal. The soft glow of candlelight added a warm ambiance to the room as they prepared to sit down for dinner.

With a gentle smile, Arjun's father turned to his son and asked, "Arjun, how was your day at college today?"

Arjun, usually reserved but close to his father, opened up a bit as he recounted the events of his day. "It was a good day, Dad. We had an interesting lecture in the morning, and then I watched a football match with some friends in the afternoon."

His father nodded, his eyes filled with paternal pride. "That sounds nice, son. And how are your studies going?"

Arjun reassured his father, "My studies are on track, Dad. I'm keeping up with everything."

Arjun's father was a pillar of support in his life, always interested in his well-being and academics. As they sat down to dinner, they continued their conversation, sharing stories and enjoying the bond that connected them, not just as father and son, but as friends.