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Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you The Srivastava's, a family that stands as a shining testament to the embodiment of nobility and regal stature. In their presence, you will find a blend of prestige, opu...
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room where Hariday sat in his armchair. The weight of his thoughtless words lingered in the air, and for the first time, he found himself contemplating an apology to someone other than his parents. Mahalaxmi's calm yet firm response had struck a chord, prompting him to acknowledge his mistake and make amends.
As he sat there, Hariday pondered over the ways to approach Mahalaxmi. Apologies were unfamiliar territory for him, but he knew this was different. The sincerity of his regret needed to transcend the casual demeanor he often wore. He considered writing a note, rehearsing the words he would use, wanting to convey both remorse and respect.
Unable to contain his restlessness, he rose from the armchair and made his way to the balcony. The cool morning breeze greeted him, and he took a deep breath, hoping the fresh air would clear his thoughts. To his surprise, he noticed Mahalaxmi below, engaged in the ritual of worshipping the Tulsi plant.
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She stood there with a grace that captivated him, her devotion evident in every gesture. Her hair, still slightly wet, was tied with a towel, and the morning sunlight played on her silhouette. Hariday found himself mesmerized by the beauty of the scene unfolding before him. It was as if Mahalaxmi held an ethereal quality that transcended the ordinary.
He stood there, silent on the balcony, as if under a spell. The apologies he had rehearsed seemed insignificant in the presence of Mahalaxmi's devotion. It was a moment of revelation for Hariday - a realization that there was more to her than he had previously acknowledged.
Unbeknownst to her, Hariday had silently descended and was now standing there, a spectator to her ritual. Mahalaxmi, with her eyes closed, sensed his presence, disrupting the tranquility she sought.
Mahalaxmi: (without opening her eyes) Is it not considered good manners to watch someone during their worship?
Hariday: (awkwardly) I... I didn't mean to intrude. I just...
Mahalaxmi: (interrupting) Then maybe you should find something else to occupy your time.
As Mahalaxmi prepared to leave, Hariday, feeling the weight of his remorse, mustered the courage to speak.
Hariday: Wait, Mahalaxmi. I wanted to ask you something.
Mahalaxmi: (curtly) What is it?
Hariday: (stammering) Well, you see... I was wondering... about...
Mahalaxmi: (impatient) Spit it out.
Hariday: (evading the apology) Actually, can you make me a cup of coffee?
Mahalaxmi's irritation was palpable. She couldn't fathom the audacity of his request.
Mahalaxmi: (displeased) You want a cup of coffee, now?
