" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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The morning light spilled softly through Aisha's curtains, brushing against her reflection as she stood before the mirror, fingers deftly weaving her hair into two messy braids, her phone propped on the dresser with the call on speaker.
"So, I'll leave by noon..." she said casually, eyes focused on the strands she was tucking in place.
Anaya's voice chimed through, teasing yet curious, "And what exactly will you tell your brothers?"
Aisha shrugged, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Dad will handle it."
Manvi gasped dramatically. "Wait, this still feels unreal—Rajendra uncle actually agreed? Like, sure, he's the sweetest, but protective as hell when it comes to you."
Aisha laughed softly, twirling once in front of the mirror, her eyes bright with confidence. "My dad loves me the most," she said proudly, "so he'll always do what I want."
That made them burst out laughing, warmth spilling through the line.
"Then it's settled!" Radhika announced, full of energy. "We meet, we plan, and we complete—"
And together, in perfect chorus, they yelled— "#MissionRivaanProposal!"
The line erupted with giggles and goodbyes before fading into silence. Only the soft hum of morning remained—and Aisha's reflection in the mirror, her lips curved in a faint smile, eyes gleaming with quiet mischief.
She turned slightly, adjusting the messy twin braids that framed her face. A few loose strands brushed her cheeks, giving her that effortless charm she never tried for but always carried.
Her outfit was simple yet radiant— a blush pink top, soft and flowy, tucked into light blue wide-leg denim. Along the sides, tiny white butterflies were painted delicately, their edges glinting with small crystal stones that caught the sunlight peeking through the curtains.
She slipped on her white sneakers, clean but slightly creased at the toe—proof of how often she wore them. Then, reaching over the chair, she picked up one of her brothers' jackets. It was a size too big, sleeves falling over her hands as she pulled it on, wrapping herself in its familiar scent—a mix of cologne and home.
Taking one last look in the mirror, she tilted her head thoughtfully, tugging at the hem of her top before giving a soft approving nod. The faint blush on her cheeks mirrored her excitement.
Her phone buzzed once on the dresser. She grabbed it, tucked it along with her wallet into her jacket pocket, and took a slow breath before stepping out of her room.
As she walked downstairs, rolling up her jacket sleeves, the familiar sight waiting in the living area made her smile widen. All five of her brothers were there— exactly where they should be for a weekday morning.
Arjun, as usual, sat with his laptop open, typing with that intense focus that made everyone think twice before interrupting him. Veer was beside him, surrounded by case files, a pen tucked behind his ear. Vikram and Saad were huddled near the window, shoulders close, heads bent over a phone — Vikram was showing Saad something with a half-hidden smirk. And Divyansh lounged with a packet of Doritos, eyes flicking between his brothers like he was watching a sitcom.
