Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 17

Prabhneet Kaur

The decision to spend the night at my brothers' house brought me an unexpected sense of relief. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt at home. The familiar scent of sandalwood incense mixed with the comforting aroma of chai and warm parathas. It was a scent I had known since childhood, one that reminded me of love, safety, and everything I had once taken for granted.

Their house had always felt different from mine—more lively, more welcoming. The walls seemed to hold the echoes of laughter, the warmth of shared meals, and the quiet strength of family. My grandparents lived here as well, and their presence alone made me feel at peace. Their gentle voices, their wise words, and the way they always knew exactly what to say made this house feel like a sanctuary.

I settled into the guest room, sighing as I sank into the soft mattress. The weight I had been carrying on my shoulders for so long finally felt a little lighter.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by a small bundle of energy jumping onto my bed.

"Good morning, dear Prabhi Bhua!" Raj chirped, his big, innocent eyes sparkling with mischief.

I groaned playfully, pretending to be annoyed, but I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my lips. "You're awake so early, little one?" I murmured sleepily.

He giggled, his tiny arms wrapping around my neck as I pulled him into a hug. "You promised we would play today!"

I kissed his soft, chubby cheek, breathing in his baby scent. "I did, didn't I?" I lifted him effortlessly, resting him on my hip. "Well then, let's go find some breakfast before we start our adventures."

As I walked down the stairs, he clung to me like a little monkey, giggling in excitement. The house was already alive with the sounds of morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow across the living room. The faint clatter of dishes and the sizzle of something frying on the stove filled the air.

When I stepped into the kitchen, I was greeted by a heartwarming sight. Asees Phabi and Simi Phabi were busy cooking, their movements graceful and practiced. The smell of freshly brewed chai mixed with the aroma of spices, making my stomach grumble.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead?" Assu Phabi teased, glancing at me with a smirk as she flipped a paratha.

I laughed, setting my nephew down on a chair. "Blame your little monster," I said, ruffling his hair.

Across the room, my grandparents sat by the window, their hands clasped in prayer. My grandfather's voice was steady and calm as he recited the morning paath, while my grandmother whispered along. There was something so peaceful about watching them—two souls who had seen so much in life yet remained unwavering in their faith.

I was pulled from my thoughts when strong arms wrapped around me in a warm hug from behind.

"How are you feeling, princess?" Lalli Paji asked, his voice gentle.

I leaned into the hug, letting his warmth soothe me. "Much better now," I admitted. Then, with a mischievous grin, I added, "In fact, I think I'll just stay here forever."

Laughter erupted around the kitchen.

"Now that's a brilliant idea!" Deep Paji said with a chuckle. "Stay with us, Prabh. We'll make sure you're happy here. You're our sister. This kitchen will always be full of love and laughter."

I smiled, my heart swelling with gratitude. This was what I needed—family, love, warmth.

But my brothers' expressions suddenly turned serious. They exchanged glances before motioning for me to follow them. My heart skipped a beat.