𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
Chandipur had always been a quiet place, the kind of village where whispers carried farther than the winds. My life here was one of solitude, not by choice, but by design. The villagers...
📖 "Moral of the story? Never. Ever. Dance with Kammo." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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Today is Mehndi day. After a solid workout and a quick shower, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on my hips, and another towel in hand as I dried my hair. The morning breeze coming in from the balcony felt sharp against my skin, a much-needed contrast after the sweat and heat. My eyes instinctively wandered to the courtyard, where a peculiar commotion caught my attention.
There she was. My wife. On a tree. Plucking mangoes with a stick. She may be Rani-sa, exuding grace and authority, but the little girl within her still lingered, untouched by time. I blinked once.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Nope, not a hallucination.
Jiya was on the ground collecting the loot, Rithvik was halfway up the branches acting like a certified monkey yet confused, and jeevika? She was casually swinging from a tamarind tree, yelling instructions like it was some military operation.
"What in the name of sanity...?" I muttered, scrunching my brows in irritation.
"Jiyaaa! Get down right now!" From the balcony, Tanishk's voice boomed. His oversized T-shirt cladded figure stood in stark contrast to the stern tone he was attempting to do. Whereas Yuvan, standing on his own balcony, couldn't resist a jab.
"Oh, you've joined the party too?"
Our balconies were in a straight line between mine, Tanishk's, and Yuvan's, with just enough space between them to witness everyone's antics.
"What are these three even doing on the tree so early in the morning?" I asked. Yuvan shrugged nonchalantly.
"No idea. But while you're at it, could you wear something more appropriate from the waist down?" Yuvan gave Tanishk a pointed look, clearly unimpressed with his towel ensemble.
"You should cover up from the top! Don't you feel ashamed, walking around half-naked like a kid?" Tanishk, never one to take criticism lightly, snapped back. Before Yuvan could retort, Tanishk darted inside, presumably to put on more clothes from down rather than standing in boxers. Yuvan, meanwhile, quickly threw on something resembling decency and headed out. I also headed inside the room to get on my clothes while my eyes were still on the garden.
"Which one, guys?" Siya called out, brandishing the stick like a warrior with a sword.
"The big one!" Jeevika pointed, as if they were strategizing a battle plan. Before I could question my life choices, Rithvik joined the chaos, as if trying to clear his confusion.
"Ohh, all bhabhis, what are you doing there?"
"Do you also want mangoes?" Siya asked nonchalantly, not even sparing him a glance as she smacked another fruit out of the tree.
