Her Only Saviour

bonus #4

𝕶𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖑 𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊 𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊
𝕰𝖍𝖎 𝖇𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖜𝖆

𝕿𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖛𝖎
𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖖𝖊 𝖉𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖆𝖜𝖆
𝖄𝖊𝖍 𝖞𝖆𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖎𝖌𝖉𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓
𝕯𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖋 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖆

𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝖇𝖔𝖞
𝕺𝖓𝖊, 𝖙𝖜𝖔, 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊..𝕲𝖔!

~~~~~

Today the Oberoi mansion was oddly quiet.

Well—quiet for an Oberoi mansion. Which meant no one was screaming, nothing was on fire, and Nandini hadn’t threatened bodily harm to anyone in the last fifteen minutes.

She was lounging like royalty on the couch, feet up, a tub of ice cream in one hand and a bowl of green mango slices in the other.
Her baby bump stretched under her oversized hoodie which said:
“If you can read this, you’re too close to my swollen feet.”

Across from her, Rudra was dramatically doing bicep curls with two large jars of ghee.

“Tell me again why you're doing this?” Nandini asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rudra grinned. “For when your baby grows up and calls me ‘chachu with the flab.’ Not happening. These ghee guns? Iconic.”

Dadi giggled from the other end of the room, peacefully knitting. “Beta, no matter how much ghee you lift, you’ll still run from Nandini’s mood swings.”

“I DO NOT RUN!” Rudra protested.

“Really?” Nandini scoffed. “You dove behind the dining table when I asked for methi theplas at 3 a.m. last week.”

“That was self-preservation! You threw a rolling pin at me!”

“Because you brought me pasta, Rudy. PASTA.”

Dadi clapped a hand to her forehead. “You both fight like siblings.”

Rudra pouted. “We are siblings.”

Nandini smirked. “And you’re still the dramatic one.”

He bowed. “Thank you. I take that as an award.”

Half an hour later…

They were watching returns of naagin.

Because, according to Nandini, “No one understands real drama like ichhadhari naagins do.”

“I’d love to see you do that slither-walk,” Rudra challenged.

Nandini arched an eyebrow. “You want a nine-months pregnant woman to slither?”

“Just saying, you already hiss when someone touches your food.”

Dadi burst out laughing so hard she dropped her yarn.

“I will break your nose,” Nandini said sweetly.

“Okay okay okay! I take it back!” Rudra waved a white napkin. “No hissing, no slithering, just glowing—you’re glowing, bhabhi. Glowing!”

Suddenly—

POP.

They all paused.

It wasn’t the TV.