#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬
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"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards...
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ADHIKRIT'S POV
We were all sitting together after dinner. My sweetheart was wearing an off-white kurta with blue floral prints highlighted by thread work, paired with cotton pants featuring a monotone thread-embroidered hem, and an organza dupatta.
She was glowing, and I couldn't help but steal glances at her. She was smiling and talking with Eyana, Ira, and a quiet Avaira.
Avaira was there with them, but it seemed she couldn't quite mix in with the others.
"I like your saree," Kashi's voice reached my ears, and I turned to see whom she was talking to.
It was Eyana's saree that she liked. I looked at the fabric closely, trying to understand it. It was a light blue kota bagru block-printed saree.
I took out my phone and texted the owner of a clothing brand, asking for this type of saree in light colors, as my sweetheart loves light colors a lot.
"Suniye Omkar ji, bhaiya aur aa gaye hain," I heard Mom say, and I looked at Dad rolling his eyes.
(My brother has arrived.)
"Aane do, bacha thodi hai tumhara bhai jo usse pata nahi rasta kaha hai ghar ka," he replied.
(So what? Let your brother come; he's not a kid who doesn't know the way home.)
I looked at Angad Uncle, who chuckled and patted Dad on the back.
"Seriously?" Mom sounded frustrated.
"Akad dekho inki koi. Pehle meri behen bhi cheen li mujhse. Aur ab mera hi mazak udda rahe hain Minister sahab," said my mother's brother, Digvijay Randhawa, as we all turned to see him.
(Look at his audacity. First, he stole my sister from me, and now the beloved minister is making fun of me!)
"Welcome, Dad," Vyom said, saluting Mamaji with two fingers.
"Is that how you greet your parents, Vyom?" A shrill voice made us look at the petite figure of Vyom's mother, Anjali Randhawa. Elegance is what she exudes.
