✧◍Dedication◍✧
To the one who tirelessly support their families while dreaming of their own fairy endings ,this is for you !
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In a world where opposites attract, meet Charming Sayi and Powerful Aarav, wh...
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Sayi's POV
“I’m home!” I chirped, tossing my helmet onto the table as I entered the house. My excitement fizzled out almost instantly when I noticed Papa and Meera sitting in the living room, their faces pale like they’d just seen a ghost.
“What’s up with you two? Why do you look like someone stole your favorite snacks?” I asked, stepping closer.
“It’s Mumma’s birthday today,” Meera mumbled, not daring to meet my eyes.
“I know,” I said nonchalantly, picking up the pomegranate juice on the table. I took a slow, deliberate sip, letting the suspense hang.
When they didn’t respond, I glanced at them. Their eyes were throwing daggers at me.
“Sayi Sharma!” Meera exclaimed, her voice panicked. “You didn’t tell us! We forgot to wish her! She’s been snapping at us all morning, and we didn’t understand why. She stormed off to the temple, yelling at us on her way out!”
“How could you forget, Papa?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I had assumed they’d wished her first thing in the morning. Clearly, I had overestimated them.
“We just got a call from her parents, and that’s when it hit me,” Papa confessed, his voice heavy with guilt. “And to make it worse, I asked her to cook veg biryani today because I felt like eating something special. She gave me a death stare before slamming the door on her way out.”
I shook my head, suppressing a grin. “Papa, you’re doomed. You know Mumma doesn’t care about big gestures. A simple ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘How are you?’ can make her day. And you... you forgot her birthday.”
“I know,” Papa and Meera said in unison, their voices barely audible.
“I have an idea,” I said with a mischievous smile. Their heads snapped toward me like kids waiting for candy.
I flopped onto the sofa, putting my head on Papa’s lap and my legs on Meera’s.
“What’s the idea?” Meera asked impatiently.
“Relax,” I teased, closing my eyes. “I need to rest my brain before I reveal my brilliance.”
Two minutes later, Meera erupted, “SAYI! Tell us already!”
Laughing at her lack of patience, I sat up and whispered the plan in their ears. Their faces lit up for a moment, then fell into uncertainty.
“Will it work?” Papa asked, doubt written all over his face.
“Trust me,” I said confidently. “We’re saving this sinking ship together.”
