𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 |

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In the warm, cozy kitchen, the scent of freshly fried puris fills the air. The sunlight streams in through the window, casting a golden glow on the scene.

A woman is skillfully frying hot puris for breakfast, each one puffing up perfectly in the hot oil.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, and she smiles, knowing exactly who it is."See what I'm preparing for you... your favorite puris," she says, her voice full of affection.

A hand reaches out from behind her and swiftly grabs a puri from the bowl, bringing it to the mouth of the person who hugged her.

Before they can take a bite, she playfully smacks the hand away."Ouch! Why are you hitting me? You're not letting me enjoy this puri peacefully," the person protests."

You will never change your habit, Krish. We should always wash our hands before eating anything," she gently scolds, a loving smile on her face.

The person is Krish, and the woman, who exudes warmth and care, is Nisha's mother.

Krish sits comfortably on the kitchen counter, nonchalantly eating his puri, completely unbothered by Nisha's mother's scolding.

She shakes her head,' krish you're impossible . Eating on the kitchen counter like this.

Krish grins hearing her before asking,' when is Nisha getting up? Did she wake up yet? '.

She sighs,' don't you know how she is? even if she set 10 alarms,she'd still be late. It have no effect on her.

Krish by then finished his puri washing his hand at the sink,' don't worry aunty,I'll wake her up'.

She smiles wearily,' alright but don't take too long. The food will get cold and both need to get to college'.

Krish hops off the counter, wiping his hands on a towel, and heads towards the stairs to wake Nisha. She watches him go, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on her face.

She murmurs to herself,' that boy ,he really is something '.

The door is half open, and Krish slowly pushes it further to reveal a chaotic scene. Books are scattered all over the table, a laptop lies precariously at the end of the bed with headphones tangled around it, and Nisha is sprawled out on the bed, one leg dangling off the side as she hugs her red teddy bear.

Krish cringes at the messy sight. He starts tidying up, picking up all her books and stacking them neatly on the table. He then retrieves the laptop from the bed, carefully shutting it down before placing it on the desk.

Moving to the window, he pulls open the curtains to let the morning light flood the room.Nisha scrunches her eyebrows in irritation at the sudden brightness and covers her face with her arm.

Krish moves beside her and gently snatches the teddy bear from her grasp.Half-asleep, Nisha instinctively turns towards him and rests her head on his lap, thinking he is her mother.

"Yaar, mummy, please let me sleep for some more time," she mumbles.

Krish, taken aback, pats her head softly. "Oiii, I'm not aunty, I'm Krish... get up," he insists.

She dozes off again.

"Yaar, wake up, Nandu. How long will you sleep? We have to go to college," Krish tries again.

Nisha, with sleepy eyes, looks at him and mutters, "Then you go to college, I'll come after some time. Now let me sleep," before turning her back to him.

Krish murmurs to himself, "I can't understand how this girl gets good marks while sleeping like this."

But Nisha hears him. With her eyes still closed, she chuckles and says, "For that, you need a brain duffer, but unfortunately, you don't have it."

Krish raises an eyebrow, hearing Nisha's comment, and smirks.

"Then see what this duffer can do," he says, and without any warning, he starts tickling her.

Nisha bursts into laughter, squirming and trying to fend him off. "Haha... sto...p ahh...haa," she gasps between giggles.

"What did you call me? Duffer, right?" Krish teases, continuing the tickle attack."No... ahhh... sor... sto... please," Nisha manages to say, laughing uncontrollably.

Krish finally stops, seeing tears of laughter streaming down her face.

She grabs a pillow and playfully hits him with it. "Pagal insaan... who does this?" she asks, still catching her breath.

"I do this. Happy now? Now get up. You know aunty has prepared my favorite Puri," Krish replies.

Nisha rolls her eyes. "Bhukkar kahika," she mutters."I heard that," Krish says, pretending to be offended.

"I said it for you to hear," Nisha retorts with a smirk.

Krish lunges at her, "Youuuuu!"

But Nisha quickly jumps out of bed, running into the washroom and shutting the door with a loud thud, which accidentally hits Krish on the nose."Owwww," Krish groans, rubbing his nose.

Inside the washroom, Nisha giggles, listening to his reaction.

Despite their constant teasing and playful fights, both know they can't live without each other.

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