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Kabhi Khushi Kabhie #AajKalKeBacche

PRIYA ROLLED HER EYES. 

"Oh, stop it, Krish! You behaved very badly today." She narrowed her eyes at him. 

He blinked. "Maine kya kiya? [What did I do?]"

She turned her head murderously at him, like the lioness she was. He gulped.

"You didn't talk to anybody at the party! Aur tumne yeh bhi nahi kaha, ki main kitni khoobsurat lag rahi hoon! [And you didn't even say how beautiful I look!]" Priya glared at him and he tried his best not to shrink under her piercing eyes.

The two were sitting at the dining table a little bit away from an exasperated Yuvi, who was busy ordering some new gym equipment while eavesdropping on their banter, scoffing under his breath. This time, he had to decided against telling Krish. He had been waiting for a moment to confront Priya first, but she was no less stubborn and had avoided him like the plague. Not to mention that she was practically joined to Krish at the hip since the night at the club. Meanwhile, Annette, who had caught onto the entry of a new girl, had moved into a nearby hotel. But she was far, far from gone.

"Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho, Priya [You look very beautiful]," Krish said with a cheesy grin. She turned up her nose. Yuvi nearly barfed.

"Really? How sweet." She pinched his cheek.

"Main sweet hoon, aur jhoot bhi accha bolta hoon! [I'm sweet, and I lie well too!]" His mouth turned up at the ends into a smile full of mischief, eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Oh really?!" she stood up at once, softly shoving him. He put a hand over his heart, as if he had been shot, laughingly. He caught her hands in his.

"Hey, Priya. Tum sach mein bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho [You are really looking very beautiful]," Krish murmured, voice lowering.

The fierce young woman raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Now, how do I know if you're lying or telling the truth?"

"Hmmm." Krish tapped his chin dramatically. "I know." He dropped her hands at once, turned her around, and grabbed her from behind, lifting her into the air. She exploded into a fit of - rather artificial and too-sweet-to-be-true, might we add - giggles.

"Put me down! KRISH! PUT ME DOWN!" Priya shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Such a small boy carrying such a tall woman. It was an odd sight, indeed. Especially for poor Yuvi, who was visibly cringing in discomfort.

"Say it a little louder, I don't think America heard you," he muttered.

Krish let go of Priya at once, setting her on the ground. She was ready with an equally biting retort when Anjali and Rahul scrambled down the stairs, bickering as usual.

"Karwa Chauth jaldi aa rahe hain! [Karwa Chauth is coming quickly]" Anjali exclaimed at her husband. "Aur Daijaan ki special guest! Tussi apni diary-shiary mein likh dena! [And Daijaan's special guest! Write it in your diary!]"

"Haan, haan, likh dunga [Yeah, yeah I'll write it]," the disgruntled Rahul muttered, a peculiarly childish pout forming on his face. His wife rolled his eyes.

"Are you still upset about that?" She demanded, before sighing. "Itna tension kyun le rahe ho? Sab kuch theek ho jayega. [Why are you stressing so much? Everything will be fine.]" The two passed down the stairs. Anjali grabbed a pitcher of water and poured some into a lovely crystalline glass for Rahul. 

"Sab kuch theek nahi ho jayega [Everything won't be fine]," Rahul nearly whined, taking the water gratefully. "I just can't figure out how to connect to the youth at work! They seem so uninterested. I don't understand. I used to be cool! Yuvi, aren't I cool?" He turned to his nephew, who looked tongue-tied.