THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

•Δ39~ 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

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After an hour of uneasy silence in the car, they finally arrived at the house.

Taniya hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell, her fingers trembling slightly. A faint chill ran through her as she waited, the memories of her childhood home flooding her mind.

Isha stood beside her, frowning at the way Taniya seemed to be lost.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a young woman in a plain kurta. Her sharp eyes scanned them curiously before she spoke.
"Ji... aap kaun?" the girl asked, her tone flat, but her words struck Taniya like a slap.

"Kya matlab aap kaun?" Isha snapped, her hands on her hips. "Ye rehti hai is ghar mein!" Her voice rose as anger bubbled within her.

The girl blinked, unperturbed by Isha's fury. "Haan? Aur mai is ghar ki maalkin," she replied coolly, her confidence shocking both women.

"Huh? Unhune ghar bech diya?" Isha asked, her confusion evident as she turned to Taniya, who was still frozen in place, trying to comprehend the situation.

"Kisne ghar bech diya?" the girl countered, now narrowing her eyes.

"Jo yahan rehte the!" Isha interjected, growing impatient.

The maid tilted her head, a smirk forming. "Par aap to keh rahi hai ki ye yahan rehti hai," she replied, crossing her arms.

Isha rolled her eyes. "Ye kya KBC khel rahi hai!" she muttered, turning to Taniya.

The girl smirked, enjoying their discomfort. "Aap donoon kahi Salesman to nai.Shakal se fraud lagti ho," she said with a mocking laugh.

Isha's jaw dropped. "Hum aur fraud? Doctor hain hum!" she exclaimed, her voice rising an octave.

The girl laughed harder. "Phir to sach mein fraud ho! Aaj kal ke doctors to sab se bade chor hote hain," she said smugly.

Taniya finally found her voice, her throat tight with emotion. "Mujhe lagta hai madam, aap galat address pe aayi hain," the girl added with an air of fake sympathy.

"Galat address?" Taniya whispered, her voice trembling. Tears welled in her eyes. "Main bachpan se yahi rehti aayi hoon.Mujhe ache se yaad hai apna ghar" Her voice cracked as she spoke, and a single tear slid down her cheek.

The girl shrugged nonchalantly. "Haan, to bachpan mein mujhe bhi lagta tha mera ek bada ghar hoga. Mujhe lagta hai, madam, aap abhi bhi bachpan mein hi ho."

"Haan, mujhe bhi lagta hai," Taniya cut in, glaring. "Chal, Isha." She reached for isha's hand, but Isha stood rooted to the spot, staring at the threshold.

Isha clenched her jaw, her protective instincts kicking in. "Ek second! Kya chal?Andar chal, samaan le, aur phir hi hum wapas jayenge!" She grabbed Taniya's hand firmly and marched forward.

The maid tried to block them. "Kahan ja rahi hain aap!"

Before she could argue further, a familiar voice called from inside. "Neera, kaun hai?"

Taniya's breath caught in her throat. She leaned sideways, looking over the maid's shoulder. Standing at the stairs was her cousin, Nimrit.

"Arre, Tanu di! Aap?" Nimrit exclaimed, running down the stairs. Her face lit up with genuine surprise and happiness as she pushed the maid aside to hug Taniya.

Taniya's tears flowed freely now as she hugged Nimrit tightly. "Dekha?" Isha said, shooting the maid a victorious look.

The girl rolled her eyes but remained silent, stepping aside reluctantly.