𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐍

3. Kaam aur Khalbali

Jaipur was basking in the warm afternoon sun. At the Kapoor mansion, life moved at a comfortable pace, with the soft hum of activities filling the large halls.

Naina Kapoor was in her element, sitting in her spacious home office, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed an important email. Dressed in a simple, elegant kurta, her focus was razor-sharp, completely immersed in her work. Her usual carefree and sweet nature was replaced by her professional persona-calm but firm, intelligent, and undoubtedly determined.

Just then, a loud knock on her door snapped her concentration. She glanced up, already knowing who it was.

"Didi!" Anika's voice rang out as she burst into the room, a huge grin plastered across her face.

Naina sighed, removing her glasses. "Anika, itna zor se kyun knock kar rahi ho? You almost gave me a heart attack."

Anika waved a hand dismissively, plopping down on the couch across the room. "Didi, you're always so serious when it comes to work. Relax! The world won't end if you take a break, you know."

Naina shook her head, her features softening. "Some of us don't have the luxury of being carefree all the time, Anika."

Anika laughed. "Haan, haan, pata hai-Naina Kapoor, the business genius who takes no breaks."

Naina smirked, pushing her chair back and walking over to join her sister. "Tumhare jaise nahi hoon jo bas artist life enjoy karti hai."

Anika shrugged. "Kya karoon, duniya mujhe itna pyar karti hai," she said playfully, batting her lashes.

Both sisters laughed, the bond between them evident. Anika was the free spirit-an accomplished artist and writer who followed her passions wherever they led her, while Naina was the focused, hardworking heart of the family, ensuring everything ran smoothly. Yet despite their differences, they were inseparable.
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Meanwhile, across town at the Malhotra mansion, the atmosphere was a bit more chaotic.

"Neel! Tumne phir se mera laptop chhupa diya hai!" Aarav's voice echoed through the halls as he stormed into the living room, clearly annoyed.

Neel, lounging on the couch with a smirk on his face, casually pointed to the nearby table. "Bhai, relax karo. Wahi toh rakha hai. Tum kitna serious ho jaate ho yaar."

Aarav glared at his younger brother, grabbing his laptop from the table. "Yeh sab karna band karo, Neel. We have a major project deadline coming up, and you're still in your carefree mode."

Neel laughed, completely unfazed by Aarav's frustration. "Arre bhai, tension mat lo. Sab ho jaayega. You're always so stressed."

Aarav shook his head, muttering under his breath as he opened his laptop and got back to work. He was always the responsible one, ensuring the family business ran smoothly while Neel seemed to breeze through life, never taking things seriously.

But despite Neel's laid-back attitude, he was brilliant in his own way. As an engineer, he had a knack for solving problems in unconventional ways, though Aarav often wished his brother would take things more seriously.

"Aarav bhai, you need to chill," Neel said, flipping through TV channels. "We should go out tonight, do something fun. You work too much."