Seven Colors of Our Love

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Manisha's eyelids slowly fluttered open, she blinked groggily and dragged her feet off the bed and was going to the washroom while rubbing her knuckles onto her eyes when she stumbled over something.

The room was dimly lighted so she carefully looked at the floor and realized it was a pillow. The last night memories flooded back into her mind. She moved her gaze towards the bed where Afsa and Abhishek were soundly asleep, and then to the floor in bewilderment.

"Did I sleepwalk?". She muttered with wide eyes.

"Not possible", She discarded her own speculation.

"Neend main hi chali hungi main wrna bed tak kaisi poch gayi. Shukar hai kahin takur nahi mari mein nay", she face palmed herself and went to the washroom.

After some time Manisha came out of the washroom and silently tiptoed in the dimly lighted room. She proceeded towards the dressing table, pat dried her still wet dripping hair with a towel.

She unwrapped the towel from her head and let loose her wet hair.

"Let's skip the morning walk today. I'm still tired.", She said to herself looking at Afsa and Abhishek who were sleeping soundlessly. She carefully rolled onto her side and starred at Afsa. A smile crept on her face thinking about the way Afsa has brought colors to her life. For the first time in life, she was supposed to share the room with someone for a slightly longer time period but she was already loving it. She was tired of being alone.

Then she moved her gaze to Abhishek. His features were much softer in sleep, the lines that usually creased his brow replaced by the youthful appearance that matched those of others of his age. He looked peaceful.

She shifted her eyes towards the wall in front of her which was filled with Abhishek's and Sara's pictures. In every picture they were smiling, the kind of smile which reaches one's eyes.

The flow of her thoughts suddenly stopped, an idea popped into her mind. She looked at Abhishek with a smirk and muttered "Mr. Abhishek Malhan you owe me one".

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Manisha was coming downstairs while humming a happy song trying to stifle her giggles. Her eyes glowed with both delight and mischief.

"What happened, today our daughter is looking very happy", Dadi said in admiration.

Manisha stopped in her tracks and smiled looking at Dadi.

"Good morning", Manisha said in cheerful tone and sat beside Dadi.

"Good morning, my beautiful child", Dadi cupped Manisha's face in her hands and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Dada ji cleared his throat, lowered down the newspaper in his hands, and adjusted his glasses.

"I think somebody has forgotten me", Dada ji said. Manisha rose up from her place, slightly bent down, and wrapped her hands around Dada ji's neck from the behind.

"I can never forget my Best friend", Manisha stated with a blooming smile.

"I know that, I just needed a little pampering as well", Dada ji chuckled.

"Manisha you woke up?", chachi asked Manisha coming towards them with a tray in her hand.

"Yup chachi, I can't sleep after the sun rises. Let me help you", Manisha said taking the tray from chachi. She handed cups of tea to Dada ji and Dadi.

"You did not bring tea for yourself chachi", Manisha questioned.

"Bhabi is making coffee for me and herself, both of us like coffee in the morning", chachi said. After some time one by one the family members started gathering in the living area.