1. THE PAST MEETUPS

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"Love had costed me a lot every time I did it. Wether for a family member or for another man. Now it has left me broken."

The girl arose from her bath tub and walked out of her room wrapped in a towel. She stood in front of her closet and got ready. She left her room, the shining sun adding to her beauty by reflecting through the windows on the staircase.

Her waist length black and dark brown hair flowed with the speed of wind, her brown doe eyes filled with care for everyone living with her, her butter like body cutting off the beauty of her clothes, her light brown lipstick highlighting her facial features.

'I'm so happy, I can finally now work my way up as a fashion designer. One last project and I'll be done with the last year of my fashion college. Maa and others will be so proud!' The girl smiled at her thoughts.

She went and sat down on the dining when her hair was ruffled and she looked back to see her bhabhi, Prerna Oberoi smiling at her. "I heard the news Shivi, another year and no new topper other than Shivantika Oberoi it is, we're so proud of you." She said while walking to the other side of the table and leaned forward, grabbing the jug of orange juice and poured a glass, keeping it next to Shivantika's plate.

"Thank you bhabhi, and please sit it down you should be working so much. Cause once you tell everyone they'll be mad you are working so much in such a condition-" Shivantika was cut off by her mother, "What work? And what condition?" Manisha ji asked with a doubtful look. "Nothing maa, I just meant that you all will be angry because she is doing a lot of work and not resting. She'll get a headache like this na" Shivantika managed to cover it up with a lie but the lie wouldn't last for long as Prerna had planned to tell everyone today at breakfast.

"Acha anyways, I'm so proud of your mera bacha, I knew it that it'll be you again this year who is going to top." Her mother said, pressing a kiss to the top of Shivantika's head with her hands wrapped around her shoulder. She leaned back into her mother's arms and kissed her cheek. "Love you maa." Shivantika got up with her glass of juice to get some more since Prerna didn't pour enough.

Someone suddenly pushed her in excitement making the juice in her glass fly and spill all over her mother standing behind her. "Good morning Shivs- hehe, sorry Bhuaji" Shivantika's cousin, Vishesh Oberoi awkwardly chucked as he saw his aunt ready to kill him. "Vish you wait, it hasn't even been an hour since I took a bath and here you are with your antics the juice has made me all sticky and dirty." Manisha ji ran after Vishesh because of what she had done. "Bhuaji sorry it wasn't my fault I didn't know that this penguin had juice in her glass, bhabhi save me!" Vishesh went behind catching Prerna with her shoulders.

"Prerna where is my-" Reyansh came out of his room fixing his watch only to look up at the sight in front of him. "Reyansh, today you need to go pick up maa from Jaipur-" Mohit ji came and kept his hand on Reyansh's shoulder but stopped when he saw why Reyansh wasn't responding. "What's happening?" Shravni ji, Mohit ji's wife came and asked her husband who signalled her to not say anything and just watch.

"Bhabhi save me, mera abuse hora hai. Batao police bula lunga main sahi mein." [Bhabhi save me, I'm getting abused. I'll call the police for real.] Vishesh shifted side to side holding onto Prerna's shoulders. "Bula police, aur toh aur animal abuse ki complaint likhana." [Call the police right now, and get a complaint written under animal abuse.] Prerna laughed at her mother-in-law's comment and was about to say something when she saw Reyansh from the corner of her eyes standing and quickly asked the two to calm down cause she couldn't wait any longer to give her husband the news.

Manisha ji whispered a few curses and disappeared into her room not before giving Vishesh a playful side eye. Everyone settled at the dining table while Prerna, Shivantika and Shravni ji served them their breakfast.

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