Happiness isn’t in grand gestures—it’s in the little things we do for the people we love.
Manik's POV,
The morning was blissfully quiet, the kind of peace that was rare in a house shared with Mukti and Alya. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm but not harsh, and for once, I was savoring a moment of uninterrupted sleep. No meetings, no deadlines, no chaos—just me and my comfortable bed.
I shifted slightly, hugging the pillow tighter, already deciding to sleep for another hour. But fate—or rather Mukti and Alya—had other plans.
The door creaked open, and I vaguely heard footsteps. My brain, half-asleep, registered the sound but dismissed it as part of a dream. Then came a soft sigh, followed by a muffled giggle.
“Seriously?” Mukti’s voice whispered. “He’s sleeping like a baby. It’s almost disgusting.”
“I know, right?” Alya replied, her tone dripping with mock disdain. “How can someone look so peaceful when we’re bored out of our minds?”
My subconscious tried to warn me, Get up. This is a setup. But my body betrayed me, sinking further into the mattress.
That was my first mistake.
The next thing I knew, chaos erupted.
“WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD!” Mukti shouted at the top of her lungs, followed by Alya banging a saucepan with a spoon, the clang echoing like a war drum.
I jolted awake, my heart racing as if I’d just survived an earthquake. “WHAT THE—”
Before I could process anything, a cold splash hit my face. Ice water. Mukti stood beside the bed, holding an empty glass, a victorious grin plastered on her face.
“What the hell?!” I growled, sitting up abruptly, water dripping from my hair and face. My glare darted between Mukti and Alya, who was now doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
“Are you guys serious?” I snapped, swiping a hand over my face to wipe the water. “Is this how you wake someone up?”
Mukti shrugged nonchalantly, tossing the glass onto the bedside table. “You wouldn’t get up. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
Alya, still giggling, managed to add, “You looked too comfortable. It was annoying.”
“Annoying?” I echoed, my tone sharp with disbelief. “How is my sleeping annoying? Normal people sleep in the morning, you know!”
“Oh, boohoo,” Mukti teased, rolling her eyes. “Stop whining and get ready. We’re waiting for you.”
I frowned, leaning back against the headboard. “Waiting for me? Why? What’s going on?”
“No questions!” Alya chimed in, wagging her finger at me like a strict schoolteacher.
I glared at both of them, trying to decipher their cryptic expressions, but they just smirked at each other. Mukti crossed her arms and nodded toward the bathroom. “You’ve got ten minutes. Move it.”
“What if I don’t?” I challenged, crossing my arms in return.
Mukti raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning devilish. “Oh, you really want to test me right now? I’ve got more water, and Alya has a whole set of pans. Your choice.”
Alya grinned, holding up the spoon like it was a weapon. “We’re not above using them.”
I groaned, throwing the blanket off in frustration. “Fine! You two are unbelievable.”
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Tangled Beliefs
General FictionManik: "Life doesn't come with choices; it comes with responsibilities. You live it on your terms or get buried under someone else's." Nandini: "Love is a word people use too lightly, a hollow promise made to be broken. I've never believed in it, an...
