Aashiqui Aa Gayi🧡🍁🧡 ✓

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The morning light seeped into the cozy room as the alarm clock buzzed loudly on the bedside table. 

From beneath the soft, fluffy duvet, a cute chubby hand emerged, fumbling to switch off the alarm. 

Just then, the door creaked open, and Niyati Rathore stepped in with a broom in hand.

"Jaldi uth, Mokshita! College nahi jaana tujhe?"

Mokshita, still half-asleep, mumbled in a sleepy morning voice, her words barely coherent. "Bas... paanch minute, Mumma."

Niyati, unimpressed, strode over to the bed, grabbing a corner of the duvet and jerking it away with no mercy, "Koi paanch minute nahi! Get up now! Suraj sar pe hai, aur yeh ladki abhi tak so rahi hai!"

Groaning, Mokshita sat up, rubbing her eyes like a small child, her hair in a messy bun. 

She pouted as she stretched, "Mumma yaar, aap roz subah yahi dialogue maarte ho. Kuch naya lekar aao!"

Niyati raised an eyebrow, holding up the broom in her hand as a silent warning.

"Mere haath mein na, jhaadu hai. Isliye soch samajh ke bolna."

For a moment, Mokshita's sleepy eyes widened as they locked onto the broom. 

In a flash, she leaped out of bed, her drowsiness gone in an instant. 

She hurried toward the bathroom, "Theek hai, theek hai! Ja rahi hoon!"

Niyati smirked in victory as she watched her daughter scurry away. 

Shaking her head, she tidied up the bedsheet, muttering to herself with a fond smile before leaving the room.

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In the grand dining room of Paradise Mansion, the Singh family sat around the long, polished table, enjoying their breakfast. 

The room was filled with the clinking of silverware and soft conversations when Amrita Pratap Singh glanced around and asked a question that instantly caused a stir, "Harsh, Yuvaan kaha hai?"

Her husband, Harshvardhan Pratap Singh, froze mid-bite, his fork suspended in the air. 

He gulped nervously, knowing full well that Amrita had laid down a strict rule: no one was to work overtime. 

Yet, Yuvaan had stayed the entire night at the office and hadn't returned home. 

Harshvardhan cleared his throat, trying to think of an excuse, but his pause was enough to catch his children's attention. 

Yuvika and Vyom exchanged amused glances and couldn't suppress their giggles.

Harshvardhan shot them a stern look, but they were clearly entertained by their father's dilemma. 

Realizing he couldn't escape the situation without deflecting, 

Harshvardhan smirked and decided to drag someone else into the mix, "Yash ko pata hoga."

Yashvardhan Pratap Singh, their eldest son, had been in the middle of sipping his coffee. 

He choked, coughing violently, and shot his father a wide-eyed look of betrayal. 

His wife, Ishani, quickly patted his back, barely holding back her own laughter as she saw her husband's panicked expression. 

Amrita, however, was not amused.