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𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

'How can he say that to me? I am a teacher, it doesn't mean that I don't have money.' I looked at him with a glare but his all focus was on the road.

'Isko to kal bataungi ki ye Ruhanika Singhaniya hai kya cheez.' smirking at my thoughts I also looked outside.

As we reached the Raghuvanshi mention, when I was about to get out of the car but his voice came finally.

"I'm sorry for that." He looked guilty.

'To apna mu kiu khola?' I can't be this rude.

Without saying anything I got out of his car when an amazing idea came to my mind. When I turned he was standing out of the car.

He looked confused after seeing me smirking but wait abhi iski confusion khatm karti hun.

I think he sensed that something bad was about to happen and started to speak, but it's too late.

'Sorry cutie but I have to do this.' With a deliberate motion, I slammed the car door shut with all my might.

The sound reverberates through the garage, a loud, jarring noise that cuts through the tension like a knife.

His face goes pale and that is what I want Haha. He comes rounding to my side, inspecting the door for any signs of damage.

"What have you done?" he exclaims, his voice a mixture of shock.

"This is what happens when you spat bakwas from your mouth" whistling to myself I started walking towards the house.

"Wow Ruhanika bohat badiya kaam kiya." I said, patting my shoulder.

When I entered the grand foyer, my eyes scanned the vibrant decorations that adorned every corner.

Streamers of pastel pink and white draped gracefully from the high ceilings, intertwined with delicate fairy lights that twinkle like stars. Balloons in shades of blush and ivory floated whimsically, their ribbons cascading down like waterfalls.

In the living room, a large banner stretched across the wall, bearing the words "Welcome Home, Baby Girl" in elegant calligraphy.

The scent of fresh flowers-roses, lilies, and peonies-filled the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked treats that wafted from the kitchen.

The long dining table was a masterpiece of its own, covered with an array of confections and delicacies, each one a testament to the culinary prowess of the household staff and in between placed the cake that I had made before going out.

"Wow guys, you all did a great job." I said giving them a thumbs up.

Dhruvika moved to the window, peering out at the driveway. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she spotted the convoy of sleek black cars approaching.

"They're here!" she called out, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. We all rushed to join her, our faces alight with anticipation.

As the cars came to a halt, all of us ran to the doorstep with the aarti ki thali in Ridhima's hand.

The car's door swung open. The first to step out was Agastya Bhai, his face glowing with a mixture of pride and exhaustion.

He held a tiny bundle in his arms, swaddled in a soft pink blanket. Avantika Bhabhi followed closely, her eyes shining with tears of joy. The elders, too, come out of the cars, their faces wreathed in smiles as they beheld the scene before them.