In the kitchen, Maa Sa and Chachi Sa were busy preparing a special birthday porridge for Ishqi. Their hands moved in harmony, measuring ingredients and stirring the pot with love.
" Thora ilaaychii dal dete hai taste accha rehega "
( Let's add a pinch of cardamom for extra flavor,) Maa Sa suggested, her eyes twinkling.
Chachi Sa nodded, " aur Thora sehed mithas ke liye "( And a drizzle of honey for sweetness.)
As they cooked, they chatted about how Ishqi will be happy seeing all this, their laughter filling the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Disha and Shree were tasked with making a birthday cake. Shree carefully cracked eggs into the mixing bowl, while told Disha to measure out the flour.
"Disha, samhalke uthar use," Shree cautioned, just as the entire container of flour spilled over Disha's head.
The kitchen erupted into laughter as Disha stood, covered in a thick layer of white flour, resembling a ghost.
Maa Sa rushed to her aid, giggling. "Arre, Disha beta, kya ho gaya?"
(Oh dear Disha, what happened? )
Chachi Sa handed Disha a towel, chuckling. "Don't worry, beta. We'll make another batch."
Meanwhile Daksh was wrapping some gifts which he , shree and Disha brought for Ishqi and was also making a handmade birthday card.
Baba Sa and Cacha Sa were transforming Hall room into a birthday wonderland. Balloons floated , and colorful streamers danced across the ceiling.
" Thora aur phool lagate hai "
( Let's add more flowers,) Baba Sa suggested, arranging a vase filled with Ishqi's favorite blooms.
Cacha Sa nodded, hanging a "Happy Birthday" banner above the door.
In the family mandir, Dada Sa and Dadi Sa prayed for Ishqi's well-being and happiness. Their voices whispered in unison, seeking blessings from the divine.
"Hamari Ishqi ko khus rakana Bhagwan "
( May our dear Ishqi be blessed with love, health, and joy,) Dadi Sa prayed.
Dada Sa nodded, his eyes closed in reverence.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Rajveer was preparing a special gift for Ishqi in his study room. His fingers traced the intricate design on a small box, his heart overflowing with love.
"For my Ishqi, my everything," he whispered, his eyes shining with adoration.
As the night unfolded, the household buzzed with excitement, each member contributing to the surprise birthday celebration.
Shree's excited whisper filled the hallway. "Maa, dekhiye 11:50 baj gaye, abhi bhabi ko bulana hoga."
(Mom, it's 11:50, time to call bhabi).
Daksh's voice burst with joy. "Han, mai bhaiya ko call kiya tha, wo abhi bhabi ko leke aa rahe hai. Sab lights off Karo aur ready ho jaoo, ab hoga dhamal!"
(I called brother, he's bringing bhabi. Turn off the lights and get ready, it's going to be a blast! )
Ishqi slept peacefully, oblivious to the commotion. Rajveer entered her room, his heart racing with excitement. This was his first family celebration, and it was all for Ishqi.
"Ishqi, Ishqi, utho utho na, thora kam hai," Rajveer whispered, gently caressing her hair.
Ishqi sprang awake, sitting up with a start. "Kya kya hua, kisi ko kuch hua kya?"
(What happened, did something happen to someone? )
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Hukum's Rani Sa
RomanceA girl who is not loved from childhood wants a little bit of love and a family to call her own . She wants a person with whom she can share her pain and happiness. Will she get the love of her life ? Will she find a family ? _______________________...
