In the bustling city of Mumbai, Aahan Shubman Gill, a training cricketer, lives a life driven by ambition and discipline. His days are filled with board meetings, high-stakes negotiations, and the constant pursuit of success. Despite his achievement...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Ahaan was busy putting the finishing touches on his outfit when Aadhya knocked on the door for the umpteenth time. "COME OUT, DUMBASS! WE'RE GETTING LATE!" she yelled, her impatience palpable.
Finally, Ahaan emerged, adjusting his watch with a nonchalant expression. "Alright, I'm here!" he replied, a playful grin on his face. Aadhya rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Come on! We're already late!"
Without missing a beat, she tossed him the car keys. "Drive."
Ahaan smirked, his confidence shining through. "Bye, Mumma! Bye, Dad! We're going out. Please don't do anything crazy while we're gone because I really don't want another sibling!"
Shubman, lounging on the couch, tossed a pillow at him, but Ahaan ducked just in time, laughing.
"Shut up, Ahaan, and go!" Sara chimed in, trying to stifle her amusement.
With a chuckle, Ahaan waved them off while Aadhya gave their parents a quick hug before heading out the door.
As Ahaan settled into the driver's seat, he felt a rush of excitement. He turned on the music and began driving toward the restaurant. The anticipation of hanging out with friends always lifted his spirits.
When they finally arrived, Ahaan and Aadhya found everyone already waiting for them outside. Vamika crossed her arms, an eyebrow raised. "Why are you late?"
Aadhya pointed an accusing finger at Ahaan. "This prince took two hours to get ready!"
Akaay and Agastya burst into laughter, the sound infectious. Akaay leaned forward with mock seriousness. "Two hours? What were you doing? Skin care? Even Vamu di takes an hour to get ready!"
Vamika shot him a glare, her hands on her hips. "You come home and see what I'll do to you!"
Akaay shrugged, unfazed, as he joined the rest of them walking toward the entrance of the restaurant. "Bring it on!"
Once inside, the lively atmosphere enveloped them. They were seated at a long table filled with delicious dishes, laughter, and animated conversations. Aadhya and Ahaan exchanged playful banter, while Vamika and Akaay continued their lighthearted teasing.
"So, Ahaan, what was the holdup?" Agastya asked, leaning back in his chair. "Did you lose track of time admiring yourself in the mirror?"
Ahaan laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, just making sure I looked presentable. Not everyone has the luxury of looking good effortlessly like you guys."
"Right," Aadhya chimed in, rolling her eyes playfully. "You mean like Akaay, who looks like he just rolled out of bed half the time?"
"Hey! I resemble that remark!" Akaay protested, but everyone laughed, knowing he was the least concerned about appearances.
As they dug into their meals, the conversations flowed effortlessly, filled with inside jokes and shared stories. Aadhya and Ahaan both felt grateful for moments like this, where their worries faded away, and laughter filled the air.
