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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Garima's face as she slowly opened her eyes. 

The cool breeze brushed against her skin, reminding her that she had spent the night on the balcony. 

The events of the previous night rushed back to her, and she felt a pang of sadness, but she quickly wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.

"Enough of crying, Garima," she whispered to herself. "You are Garv Dada's sister. You have to be strong."

With newfound resolve, she stood up and slid open the door to the bedroom. 

Shantanu was still asleep, his face calm and peaceful—so different from the harsh, angry man she had faced the night before. 

She looked at him and muttered, "Meri raat kharab kar ke khud kaise chain se so raha hai. Just wait and watch, Mr. Rajyavadkar. I will trouble you a lot."

Determined to start her day, Garima opened her bag and pulled out a simple yet beautiful red saree. 

As she headed toward the bathroom, she remembered Shantanu's command from the previous night forbidding her from using it. 

She paused, looking at his sleeping form, and thought, Ab main yeh wala bathroom use na karu toh kaha? Nadi mein nahane jaaun?

With a defiant smirk, she decided, "I will use this bathroom. Dekhti hoon kaise rokte hai yeh."

She dashed into the bathroom, completing her morning routine with a sense of victory. 

After an hour, she emerged, her hair damp and the scent of fresh soap lingering in the air. 

She picked up a hairdryer and began drying her long locks, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

The sound of the hairdryer stirred Shantanu from his sleep. 

He rubbed his eyes, annoyed by the noise, and grumbled, "Yeh subah subah aawaz kaha se aa rahi hai?"

As his vision cleared, he saw a woman with long, wet hair, wearing a red saree, drying her hair with his dryer. 

His eyes widened in shock, and he screamed, "Ahhhhhhh! Bhoot, bhoot, mummy bhoot!"

Garima turned around, her face deadpan, and watched him with amusement. 

Shantanu looked at her more closely and realized it was his wife. 

He noticed that she was using his hairdryer, and anger quickly replaced his fear. 

He stood up, ready to confront her, but as he approached, Garima switched the dryer back on and aimed it at his face, forcing him to take a step back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

She glanced at him, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Shakal se toh andhe lagte nahi ho. Aapki aankhein kharab hai kya?"

He stared at her, confused and annoyed. "Excuse me? I am perfectly alright!"

She resumed drying her hair, dismissing him with a wave. "Toh dikh nahi raha ki baal sukha rahi hoon?"

His irritation only grew as he turned away. "Oh, hello! Yeh mera hair dryer hai!"

She nodded nonchalantly, "Pata hai. Aur itna gussa kyun rahe ho? Mera mil nahi raha tha, issliye aapka use kiya."

Fuming, Shantanu stomped his foot on the floor and stormed into the bathroom, muttering under his breath.