Scene 1: The Mysterious Midnight Ruckus
It was midnight, and Twinkle was peacefully asleep when she suddenly heard loud banging sounds outside her room. She groggily opened her door to find Kunj hammering nails into a piece of wood right next to her doorframe, with the loudest tools he could find.
“Kunj!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the quiet hallway.
“Oh, did I wake you?” Kunj feigned innocence, hammer in hand. “I was just… remodeling.”
She crossed her arms, glaring. “Remodeling at midnight?”
“Best time for it. Peace and quiet,” he said, smiling mischievously. “Oh, wait—well, maybe not so quiet.”
Twinkle glared at him, her hands on her hips. “Just wait, Sarna. I’m going to make sure you regret this.”
Kunj only smirked, “Bring it on, Twinkle.”
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Scene 2: Twinkle’s Revenge – The Fake Phone Call
The next morning, Twinkle woke up bright and early, determined to turn the tables. She dialed Kunj’s phone and, disguising her voice, pretended to be an important business client.
“Kunj Sarna?” she asked in a posh accent.
Kunj, half-asleep, perked up. “Yes, this is Kunj. Who’s speaking?”
“This is Mrs. Kapoor, and I was considering investing in your business,” she said smoothly. “But I want to see your pitch in person, right now.”
“Right now?” Kunj mumbled, panicking. He rushed out of bed, still in his pajamas, and started throwing on whatever clothes he could find.
Twinkle stifled her laughter as she continued. “Yes, darling, bring your best presentation materials. And please don’t be late. I have very high standards.”
Kunj raced out the door, only to be greeted by Twinkle, who was standing in the hallway, phone in hand and grinning.
“You! It was you all along!” he gasped, realizing he’d been tricked.
Twinkle gave him a mock bow. “Mrs. Kapoor at your service.”
Kunj muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re in for it now, Twinkle.”
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Scene 3: The Food Fight
Later that day, the whole family gathered for lunch. Twinkle and Kunj were on their best behavior…or so it seemed. As soon as their parents left the table, the food war began.
Twinkle carefully placed a spoonful of green chutney on Kunj’s plate with a sweet smile. “Extra spicy, just for you,” she said.
“Oh, how thoughtful,” he replied, taking a bite—and immediately feeling the burn. His eyes watered, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of admitting defeat.
Instead, he scooped a large amount of halwa onto her plate. “Here, you look like you need something sweet to balance that spice.”
Twinkle took a big bite, but Kunj had added extra salt to it when she wasn’t looking. She gagged, giving him a death glare as he laughed. “Kunj!”
“Oh, what happened, Twinkle? Not sweet enough for you?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, this is war.”
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Scene 4: The Mysterious Package
Later that evening, a package arrived for Twinkle. She tore it open eagerly, only to find a giant teddy bear wearing a shirt that said, “Kunj’s Biggest Fan.”
“Kunj! Is this your idea of a joke?” she yelled, holding up the teddy bear for everyone to see.
Kunj leaned against the wall, grinning. “Thought you could use a friend since, well… you don’t have many.”
Twinkle held back a laugh, refusing to let him see her amusement. “Real original, Kunj. At least I don’t need stuffed animals to feel popular.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he replied, smirking as he walked away.
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Scene 5: Operation “Sticky Notes”
Twinkle decided to go big for her next prank. That night, after Kunj had gone to bed, she sneaked into his room with a stack of sticky notes, covering every surface—his bed, his walls, his mirror, and even his toothbrush—with little notes reading, “Twinkle was here.”
When Kunj woke up, he was greeted by a sea of sticky notes with her name plastered everywhere.
“Twinkle!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the house.
She strolled in, biting back a grin. “Good morning, Kunj! Do you feel inspired by all the motivation I left you?”
“Oh, you’re dead meat,” he muttered, grabbing a pillow to throw at her as she dashed out of the room, laughing.
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Scene 6: The Flour in the Hair Dryer
Kunj was ready with his comeback. While Twinkle was occupied, he secretly filled her hairdryer with flour. The next morning, she turned it on and was greeted by a blast of flour covering her hair and face.
She let out a horrified scream, covered in white powder. “Kunj! You…you…!” she stammered, too angry to find words.
He was waiting in the doorway, laughing uncontrollably. “Looking good, Twinkle. Thought you could use a new look!”
She threw her hairbrush at him, her face red with both anger and embarrassment. “You are so going to regret this, Sarna!”
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Scene 7: The Broken Alarm Clock
Twinkle had had enough. She decided to take things up a notch by messing with Kunj’s alarm clock, setting it to go off at random times throughout the night.
Around 2:00 a.m., Kunj’s alarm blared, jolting him awake. He fumbled to turn it off, only for it to start again fifteen minutes later. This continued all night, with Kunj stumbling around, muttering curses under his breath.
The next morning, he stumbled into the kitchen with dark circles under his eyes. Twinkle greeted him with a cheerful smile. “Good morning, Kunj! Did you sleep well?”
He shot her a tired glare. “I’m on to you, Taneja.”
She just laughed, handing him a cup of coffee. “Oh, come on, you look great! Dark circles are very ‘in’ this season.”
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Scene 8: The “Singing Telegram”
For his next prank, Kunj hired a singing telegram to come to their house, dressed as a giant heart and singing an over-the-top, cheesy love song dedicated to Twinkle.
As the singer belted out, “Twinkle, you’re my shining star!” in a loud, operatic voice, Twinkle’s face turned beet red. She looked around, mortified as the family gathered, laughing at the unexpected serenade.
When the song ended, Twinkle muttered, “Kunj, you are so dead.”
“Oh, but wasn’t it romantic?” he teased, grinning as she glared daggers at him.
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Scene 9: Truce… or So They Thought
As the day ended, the two called a truce—for now. Exhausted but secretly amused, they realized that despite all the chaos, they couldn’t imagine their days without these “wars.”
Twinkle leaned against the railing of the balcony, Kunj standing beside her in silence for a moment. They exchanged a rare, genuine smile, though neither would admit it.
“I hate you, you know that?” she muttered, but her tone was softer than usual.
He chuckled, “Yeah, I know. Hate you too.”
They stood in silence, gazing at the night sky, both secretly wondering how much longer they could keep pretending it was all just a game.
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Fated Feuds: Twinkle & Kunj's Unwanted Ties
FanfictionTwinkle Taneja and Kunj Sarna had been at each other's throats for as long as anyone could remember. They weren't just rivals-they were archenemies. To them, there was no word more insulting than "Kunj" or "Twinkle." But fate had a twisted sense of...
