Love Beyond Time

Phir mulakat hoge 🫂

At 6 AM, the soft light of dawn filters into the room. PS wakes up and notices her daughter, KS, isn't beside her. She assumes KS must have gone to her room during the night. PS stretches, rubs the sleep from her eyes, and gets up, feeling the cool floor beneath her feet.

PS freshens up and heads to the temple room for her morning prayers. The incense fills the air as she performs her rituals with devotion. After finishing her prayers, PS takes the aarti plate, its light flickering, and walks through the house, spreading the blessings. She enters KS's room and sees her daughter sleeping awkwardly, half off the bed.

PS places her hand on her forehead, exasperated. "Hey Shiv ji, kya hoga iska," she murmurs, shaking her head. She tries to wake KS, nudging her gently. "Uth jaa, nalayak! Aaj to uth kar pooja kar le. Aaj ke din bhi Kumbhkaran banna hai kya?"

KS groans in her sleep, rolling over. "Sone do na, Amma," she mutters. PS leans closer, whispering in KS's ear, "Tere liye bahut bada gift hai hall mein. Uth ja, warna hum use wapas bhej denge."

As soon as KS hears this, she bolts upright, excitement flashing in her eyes. "Kahan hai gift, Amma?" she asks, like an eager child. PS can't help but laugh heartily at her daughter's reaction, the sound filling the room.

KS, realizing she’s been tricked, makes a grumpy face but quickly softens as PS plants a kiss on her forehead. "Janamdin mubarak ho, betu," PS says softly.

KS smiles, her heart warmed by her mother's love. "Dhanyavad, Amma," she replies, hugging PS tightly. PS gives her the aarti and feeds her some prasad with her own hands. KS touches PS's feet, seeking blessings.

PS smiles, patting KS's head. "Chalo, ab tum fresh ho jao. Hum nashta lagate hain."

KS heads to freshen up while PS makes her way to the kitchen. Billu arrives from the market, carrying bags of fresh vegetables. Today was special, a small party was planned at home, and someone very important was coming.

"Billu, jo samaan humne kaha tha wo le aaye na? Aur cake banane ka saman bhi?" PS asks, her eyes glinting with anticipation.

"Haan, maa," Billu replies with a nod, placing the bags on the counter.

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Meanwhile, KS enters the kitchen, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Amma, bhookh lag rahi hai, jaldi do na," she says, her voice filled with morning hunger. PS, with a warm smile, quickly prepares breakfast, and the three of them sit down to eat.

Billu, mischievously grinning, wishes, "Happy birthday, Karishma madam."

KS, half-smiling, replies, "Dhanyavad, Bille."

With a playful tone, Billu asks, "Madam, mera gift kab layenge?"

PS gives Billu a stern look, "Billu beta, aaj betu ka janamdin hai. Use gift dena hai, usse lena nahi."

KS shoots Billu a warning glare, making him nervously laugh. "Maa, main to return gift ki baat kar raha tha," he stammers.

KS, slightly annoyed, responds, "Laa denge, Bille."

They finish breakfast, laughing and chatting, when the doorbell rings. Mishri enters, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mujhe bhi nasta do na, aunty ji."

PS, in her usual playful manner, responds, "Kaun aunty ji? Hum to tumhare choti behen lagte hain."

KS face palms while Billu coughs to hide his laughter.

Billu teases, "Hum umar behan."

Billu coughs again, "Bade behan."

Billu coughs loudly, as PS, frustrated, snaps, "Ab kya, Amma ban jaye hum iski?"