THE BOND OF HEARTS🫀

7

The Singhania mansion was buzzing with its usual morning energy. The aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, and the sound of playful banter echoed in the halls. Aryansh, the youngest of the Singhania brothers, was up to his usual mischief. He had spent the entire previous night plotting a prank on Arnav and Yash, something he knew would be risky but equally hilarious.

In the living room, Arnav and Yash were engrossed in a discussion about the new project for the Singhania Empire. The serious expressions on their faces made Aryansh even more determined to lighten the mood. He tiptoed into the room, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, holding two small boxes filled with confetti and a small amount of harmless itching powder. He carefully placed the boxes under their chairs, ensuring the prank would be set off as soon as they sat back down.

Aryansh retreated to a safe distance, peeking from behind the curtains. His heart pounded with a mix of excitement and fear. He watched as Arnav and Yash resumed their seats.

*POP!*

The boxes exploded, showering them with confetti and a cloud of itching powder. Arnav and Yash leaped up in surprise, their expressions shifting from confusion to irritation as the itching powder began to take effect. Arnav’s piercing gaze scanned the room, already guessing who the culprit was.

"Aryansh!" Arnav’s voice boomed, half-amused and half stern.

Yash, trying to keep a straight face despite the itching, added, "Aryansh, get here right now!"

The youngest Singhania’s eyes widened in panic. He dashed out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen where he knew Khushi and Arjun were. Panting, he skidded to a halt behind his mother, clutching her saree for dear life.

Khushi turned around, amused but concerned. "Aryan, ab kya kiya tuney?"

Before Aryansh could respond, Arnav and Yash stormed into the kitchen, still brushing off the remnants of the prank.

"Aryansh, come out from there," Yash said, trying to suppress a grin.

Khushi, sensing the situation, stood firm. "ab kya kiya isne?"

Arnav crossed his arms, looking down at his youngest brother who was peeking from behind Khushi. "He thought it would be funny to give us a surprise shower of confetti and itching powder."

Aryansh tightened his grip on Khushi’s saree. "papa, bhaiya, it was just a prank. I didn’t mean to—"
" you didn't mean to?, bahar nikal mein batata hun tujhe, kuch ziada hi shaitaniyan barh rahi hain teri"

Arjun stepped in, his protective instincts kicking in. "papa,aik chota sa prank hi toh kiya hai, Let him go this time, please? aur baba aapko bachon ko daantne ke siwa koi kaam nahi hai?"

arnav glared at him and arjun look down " ziada urho mat, dono ki bht zuban chal rahi hai, seedha Karun abhi mein?"

"papaa dekho baba ko.. baba daant rahe hain"said arjun bringing fake tears in his eyes knowing his father can't tolerate tears in his eyes and arnav shooked his head at the drama king knowing their father will be melted like a butter now.

" arnav.. jaane de bache hain yeh shararat nahi kareinghe toh kya ham kareinghe" yash said taking the side of these two troublemakers.

Khushi also nodded. "It’s a harmless prank arnav jaane de."

The tension in the room melted, replaced by laughter and light-hearted teasing. They all moved to the living room, settling down comfortably. The earlier incident seemed like a distant memory now.

Rajveer, who had just returned from his morning jog, joined them. "subah subah itna shor kyun hai?"

Armaan, who had been tending to some work upstairs, also came down, curious about the commotion.