What Is The Name Of My Wife .... !! Jk And Tae

The Monday That Changed Everything

The whole week had drained the sisters completely. They had spent every waking hour either in class, buried in homework, or under the watchful eye of Mr. Min. It wasn't just about studying anymore—it was about proving themselves worthy to the Min family.

But no matter how hard they tried, they always seemed to fail miserably. Hana and Harina were naturals in everything artistic—singing, dancing, painting, decorating. Their grace charmed the family. In contrast, Geetanjali and Naina were wired differently. They excelled at logical subjects: mathematics, science, economics, accountancy, and computer science. Numbers and codes made sense to them; brush strokes and choreography did not.

That difference made them stand out like sore thumbs. Every day ended the same way: Hana and Harina received compliments, while the sisters were reminded of how "average" they were in comparison.

By Sunday night, exhaustion had hit its peak. And then came Monday.

The same Monday that, just a week ago, had been magical. The day they had first met the boys. The day their time in Korea had suddenly felt brighter. A day that had slipped away from their memory in the whirlwind of responsibility—until Naina reminded her sister.

Naina (stretching with a groan): "Today is Monday... Anjali, it's again Monday. You remember last Monday?"

Geetanjali (thinking for a minute, her eyes heavy with fatigue): "I'm so exhausted from last week. We weren't even great in studies... and now, we're failing in all these useless things too."

Naina (snapping): "Dancing and singing are not useless. Stop your bullshit!"

Geetanjali (calm but sharp): "Yes, they're not useless when you actually know something about them. But when you're like me—a tomboy who can't even clap on beat—then yes, it becomes useless. When you know nothing, it feels like torture."

Naina (rolling her eyes): "Okay, let's not argue. What do you think—should we bunk classes today or attend those boring lectures?"

Geetanjali (pretending to think dramatically): "Ummmmm..."

Naina (throwing her hands up): "Stop being dramatic! We're bunking today. No more ummm... ammm..."

Geetanjali (smirking): "Look, I'm the older one. I'll decide."

Naina (making an exaggerated irritated face): "Yes, definitely."

Escape Plan

They came to the dining table with their bags slung across their shoulders. Their tiffins were already packed, so they slyly unwrapped two sandwiches, stuffed them into napkins, and left the house munching.

The driver was already waiting. They hopped in, pretending it was a regular school day. But as soon as the car dropped them off at the gates, they didn't step inside. Instead, they walked away casually, heading straight toward the park—the same park they had discovered the previous Monday.

This time, there was no lazing around. Geetanjali pulled out her thick Computer Science book, diving into programming concepts with shining eyes. Naina, meanwhile, opened her Economics text, solving graphs and scribbling notes.

Three whole hours passed like seconds. They didn't even realize time was slipping until they noticed the primary school section being dismissed. Little kids ran to their parents, laughing, tugging hands, asking for ice cream.

Geetanjali glanced at her sister, surprised.
Naina (grinning wide): "Wooohhh... it's a record."
Geetanjali (nodding in disbelief): "Yeah, it is. We've never studied this much unless exams were the next day."