ϝαʅʅιɳɠ ϝσɾ "OUR SECRET "

CHAPTER 8

As previously mentioned, I'd like to reiterate that the character name 'Harish' has been officially changed to 'Shiv'. Please note this change to avoid any confusion. And also guys don't be silent reader 🤡

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              🎀 HAPPY READING 🎀

𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞...
𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚... 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 .
𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚..
𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞
𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚..
𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

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         FIRST PART OF SHRISHTI'S                   
                        BIRTHDAY
                          🎉🎂
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In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Shrishti lay peacefully, curled up in her pink nightclothes, her face serene and dreamy as she drifted deeper into the world of her fantasies. She smiled unconsciously, dreaming about the surprises that awaited her on her birthday. Little did she know, her family was just a door away, ready to burst in with their signature midnight celebration.

Before the clock even struck twelve, Shrishti's phone buzzed on her bedside table. She stirred slightly, blinking sleepily as she reached for it. It was a message from Yuvaan, her cousin brother.

Yuvaan (11:48 PM): Happy Birthday Shrishtiiii! 🎉

Shrishti squinted at the clock, a small smile forming on her lips, but then she frowned slightly, typing back a quick reply.

Shrishti (11:49 PM): Lekin abhi 12 bajne mein time hai...

Almost immediately, his response came, making her roll her eyes.

Yuvaan (11:50 PM): Pr mere pass time nahi hai… mujhe sona hai. Goodnight!

Shrishti let out an exasperated sigh, feeling both amused and a little irritated. She grumbled to herself, "aalasi gadha (lazy donkey) ," then locked her phone and tossed it aside onto the pillow. “Abhi birthday start bhi nahi hua aur isko sona hai…” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

Annoyed by Yuvaan’s half-hearted attempt at a birthday wish, Shrishti turned onto her side and closed her eyes, trying to fall back asleep. But before she could drift off again, the loud thud of her bedroom door swinging open startled her wide awake.

Suddenly, the quiet night air was shattered by a loud, joyful voice, “HAPPYYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYY~~~~ SHRISHTIIII!!!” Avni’s high-pitched, rhythmically drawn-out voice echoed like a supersonic wave, probably waking up the whole neighborhood.

Shrishti’s eyes flew open, her peaceful sleep broken by her sister’s unmistakable bellowing. Disoriented at first, she blinked rapidly and turned toward the doorway. There stood Avni, holding colorful balloons in one hand and a party cracker in the other, her grin wide enough to match her enthusiasm. Behind her, their parents, Sanjana and Abhay, stood proudly with a cake covered in creamy frosting and adorned with candles, holding a few carefully wrapped presents.

Though Shrishti had expected this—her family always celebrated her birthday at the stroke of midnight—she couldn’t help but smile widely, the excitement bubbling inside her just like every year. She threw the covers off, jumping out of bed with a smile stretching across her face. Her nightclothes, soft and pink, rustled as she sprinted toward Avni and enveloped her in a tight, warm hug.