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"𝘓𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘵𝘢, 𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘎𝘚𝘛 𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘨𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 "
Mayank sighed, placing his coffee mug on the table before returning his eyes towards his phone screen, which was connecting him with komal, who whined in the response,
"𝘠𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦 𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘫 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘩 "
"𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘶 𝘬𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘻 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘩, 𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢, 30 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘬𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦 "
"𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰, 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦... "
"𝘛𝘶𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘮 "
Komal rolled her eyes, cleaning off her glasses, which were being tortured off by the hot steams of the coffee,
"𝘜𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘩𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦, "
"𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘬𝘪 𝘫𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘪?"
Abhishek was focused on the screen with an half (almost) eaten iceream cone, leaning on the door while suspiciously eyeing his sister,who just scoffed in response,
"𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘶 ",
" 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘫- "
But abhishek's threat was stopped by mayank's slap on his cheek, who was glaring at him, actually he is the one who is seated in the front to watch the siblings word war, but he heated up when he noticed the ice cream in abhishek's hand...
"𝘠𝘌 𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘏𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌 𝘒𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘛𝘜𝘔𝘕𝘌 𝘒𝘈𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘜𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘠𝘈 "
"𝘔𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘦, 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 - "
