𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔🎀
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍..💓
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔✨❤️ 🥀
𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚𝒚𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈
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Ved sat cross-legged on his bed, a stack of pending files scattered beside him. He flipped through one, muttering under his breath, “Ye pending hai…” His eyes scanned the pages as he shuffled to the next file. “Nai—”
His fingers froze.
Naina Taneja.
Her name stared back at him from the top of the document, bold and clear. A sudden wave of distraction hit him like a gust of wind. Without thinking twice, he closed the file and pushed the stack onto the nearby table. His hand instinctively reached for his phone.
Unlocking it swiftly, he opened Instagram and typed Naina into the search bar. Her profile popped up almost instantly—he knew it would. Tapping it open, he scrolled through her recent posts until his gaze lingered on one particular picture.
She was smiling—eyes crinkling, sunlight dancing on her hair. Ved’s breath hitched slightly. He zoomed into the picture, focusing on the delicate curve of her neck where a tiny mole peeked out, almost like a secret.
A soft smile tugged at his lips. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as he whispered to himself, “Yaar, ye kya ho raha hai mujhe?”
For a few seconds, he just… stared. Lost in the image, in the softness of her features, in the warmth her smile seemed to carry through the screen.
Then, reality hit him like a jolt.
He blinked rapidly and quickly locked his phone, placing it face down beside him. Running a hand through his hair, he scolded himself under his breath, “Ved, ye kya harkat thi?” He stood up, pacing the room in mild frustration “Kabse dekhta ja raha hai use…nahi, nahi ye sahi nahi hai”
Saying all that, Ved shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. But his resolve lasted barely a second. Almost unwillingly, his gaze drifted back to his phone, still lying beside him. A small, guilty smile played on his lips as he picked it up again.
The screen lit up—still on Naina's picture.
He sighed, defeated by his own heart, and whispered under his breath, “Beautiful…”
The word slipped out before he could stop it. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it felt true. Undeniably true.
He lay back on his bed, one arm folded under his head, phone still in hand. One picture led to another. Then another and her laughter in one, her quiet elegance in another. He noticed things he'd never paid attention to before—how her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the slight tilt of her head when she posed, the easy confidence in her body language.
He didn’t notice the minutes turning into hours. The soft glow of his phone screen lit his otherwise dark room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. His eyelids began to feel heavy, but he couldn’t stop scrolling.
Finally, somewhere between a candid shot of Naina laughing at something off-camera and a photo of her at a café, his eyes began to flutter shut. The phone slipped gently from his fingers onto the bed beside him.
Still smiling faintly, with her image imprinted on his mind, Ved drifted into sleep and her name silently echoing in his thoughts.
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“Abbe uth ja Kumbhkaran” Isharth shook Aryansh’s shoulder and tried to wake him. “Uth jaa saale! Aaj toh gali mat khana birthday hai tera”
The moment Aryansh heard the word birthday, his eyes fluttered open and he sat up instantly. Isharth grinned and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Happy birthday bittu” he said warmly, holding up a small chocolate cake in one hand “May God always bless you with good health, wealth, happiness, and endless prosperity”
Aryansh wrapped his arms tightly around Isharth, smiling wide “Bhaaiii! Thank you sooo much” His eyes sparkled when he noticed the cake “Aap mere liye cake laaye? Mazaa aa gaya 12 a.m. birthday celebration feels legendary!”
Just then, the door creaked open. Aryansh and Isharth turned to look.
It was Naina—dressed in pajamas, hair tied up in a messy bun, holding a large, gift-wrapped box in her arms. She walked in and dropped it dramatically on the bed.
“Yeh le pakad” she smirked “Happy birthday Chilgoze”
Aryansh jumped off the bed like an excited kid and rushed towords her “Thank you meri Naina-Maina!” he beamed, squishing her cheeks playfully.
Naina rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. Isharth chuckled and settled the cake down on the table.
A few minutes later, with everyone gathered around, Aryansh stood in front of the cake, ready to cut it. He blew out the candle with a grin, then paused, scanning their faces with mock disbelief.
“Yeh kya hai?” he asked dramatically.
Naina and Isharth exchanged confused glances “Kya hai?” they chorused.
Aryansh picked up the small wooden knife they’d given him for the cake and waved it like a pointer.
“Maana ki main bada ho raha hoon par mujhe wo sunna hai…” He cleared his throat and sang, “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Aryansh…” He paused and pointed “Chalo gaao aur haan clapping ke saath!”
Naina gave him an exaggerated annoyed look “Chal bhai gaa is buddhe ke liye” she muttered to Isharth.
And so with giggling the two began singing while clapping along. Aryansh, grinning ear to ear, finally cut the cake with his favorite people by his side.
As Aryansh sliced the cake, he quickly smeared a bit of chocolate on Isharth’s nose.
“Bas! Ab tu gaya!” Isharth narrowed his eyes playfully and grabbed a chunk of cake, chasing Aryansh around the room.
“Bhaaiii! Nooo, not my face Nainaaa maina bachao” Aryansh yelled, laughing uncontrollably.
Naina, instead of helping, picked up another piece of cake and joined Isharth in cornering Aryansh. Within seconds, all three of them were covered in bits of chocolate and cream, their laughter echoing in the room like a melody of memories.
Finally collapsing on the bed, Aryansh panted, wiping his face “Tum dono milke mujhe maaroge ek din”
Isharth grinned, tossing him a tissue “Nahi re, tu toh hamara ladoo hai kaise mar sakte hain tujhe?”
Naina nodded, smirking “Haan lekin kabhi kabhi sweet zyada ho jaata hai toh diabetes ka darr bhi hota hai”
“Very funny” Aryansh said, but his smile didn’t fade. He looked at both of them, his tone suddenly softer.
“Tum dono na… ho hi best. Main sach mein lucky hoon.”
Isharth leaned back against the wall, folding his arms with a proud smile.
“Lucky toh hum hain, Aryansh tere jaise bhai har kisi ko nahi milta”
Naina added, her voice unusually gentle “Aur tu jab hasta hai na… lagta hai sab kuch theek hai.”
For a moment, silence wrapped around them—not awkward, but comforting. Like a quiet reminder of the bond they shared.
Then Aryansh clapped his hands once “Toh chalo, ab gift time” He jumped to the big box Isharth had brought and started unwrapping it excitedly.
As he opened the box, his eyes widened.
Inside was a custom-made scrapbook—filled with printed photos, handwritten notes, dried flowers, ticket stubs from their favorite concerts, random movie dialogues, and tiny doodles. Every page screamed memories.
Aryansh turned the pages slowly, smiling at each one, pausing at a page that read in Isharth’s writing:
“No matter how old you grow, you’ll always be our chaotic, annoying, most-loved Aryansh”
His eyes welled up, but he blinked it away, smiling wider “You guys really are something else” he whispered.
“Yes yes we are insaan ke bacche” Naina said with a grin, sarcasm dripping from her tone as she flopped onto the couch beside him.
Aryansh raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief “Toh tu kya laayi hai mere liye? Ya bas khi khi khi karke bhaag jaayegi?”
Naina let out a fake gasp, then leaned over and gave him a light tap on the head “Abbe kut— I mean Bittu! Check that box on the bed, na” she said, suddenly calm but with a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.
Curious, Aryansh turned and spotted a neatly wrapped box sitting innocently on the bed. He rushed over and tore through the wrapping like an excited child. His jaw dropped “Don’t tell me this is a PS5” he whispered in disbelief.
His eyes widened further as he cradled the console like it was made of gold. Then, without warning, he jumped up and wrapped Naina in a tight hug “Thank you, Naina Maina! Tu toh devi nikli—daayan ke roop mein” he added, grinning as he pulled back to look at her.
Naina rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile “Haan haan bas PS5 mil gaya toh ab mujhe kuch bhi keh lo”
They laughed together, the room echoing with warmth and comfort. After the little celebration, the excitement slowly ebbed into a quiet calm. With the gift box now lying on the floor and their laughter still lingering in the air, they curled up on opposite ends of the bed, a soft silence wrapping around them. Sleep came easily, like it always did when they were together.
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__NEXT DAY__
Janaki and Prema walked into Aryansh and Isharth’s room, their faces glowing with warmth and love. Aryansh was sitting on the bed, dressed in nothing but a towel, drying his damp hair with another.
Janaki gasped playfully, placing a hand on her forehead.
“Arey o mere hero! Aise nangu hokar ghoom raha hai? Kahin kisi ki nazar lag gayi toh?” she teased with mock concern, walking up to him.
She affectionately put a small tika on his forehead and then fed him a piece of prasad.
“Happy birthday, mera baccha. Kanha ji tujhe lambi umar de, aur zindagi bhar khush rakhe,” she blessed him with a gentle smile.
Aryansh bowed slightly, touching her feet with respect “Thank you Dadi Maa” he said sincerely, his face lit with a boyish grin.
Next came Prema, her eyes slightly moist with motherly affection “Happy birthday, meraaa Aryuu,” she cooed, pulling his face close to plant a tender kiss on both his cheeks.
“Hamesha khush raho, beta aise hi ahe badhate raho god bless you beta” she whispered, her voice brimming with emotion.
Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Isharth stepped out—also wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping. But the moment his eyes landed on Janaki and Prema, he froze like a deer caught in headlights.
“Dadi... Ma?” he squeaked.
Before either of the women could react, he spun around and dashed back into the bathroom. A few moments later, he emerged, fully dressed, trying to act as composed as possible. He quickly approached Janaki and bent to touch her feet.
“Pranam Dadi” he greeted, slightly embarrassed.
Janaki chuckled, patting Isharth's head as she handed him a piece of prasad.
“Ek hai itna sharmila, aur doosra aise hi nangu-pangu ghoom raha hai,” she teased, shooting a playful glance at Aryansh.
Everyone burst into laughter at her words—except Prema, who crossed her arms.
The lighthearted moment was interrupted by a distant voice calling from the hallway.
“Aryansh!” Ranjan's commanding tone echoed through the room.
Aryansh quickly stood up, the laughter fading from his face as he rushed to change. In moments, he was dressed and heading out, the others trailing behind.
He approached his father, head slightly bowed, his voice soft.
“Hanji, Papa? Aapne bulaya?”
Ranjan looked at him with rare warmth, placing both hands gently on Aryansh’s shoulders before pulling him into a hug.
“Happy birthday, Aryansh,” he said, his tone filled with quiet pride.
Aryansh hugged him back, a little stiff at first but slowly melting into the affection.
“T-thank you, Papa,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with surprise.
Ranjan pulled back, looking into his son’s eyes “Apna gift nahi dekhoge?” he asked with a slight smile.
Aryansh’s eyes lit up like a child’s, a boyish grin tugging at his lips “Dekhunga,” he replied, nodding eagerly.
Ranjan gestured for him to follow, leading the small group to the garden area. The morning sun had cast a golden glow over the lawn, where something large was hidden beneath a red silicon cloth.
Aryansh’s breath caught “Yeh...?” he asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
Ranjan stopped beside the covered object and looked at his son “Chalo, dekh lo apna birthday gift,” he said.
Aryansh took a hesitant step forward, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the edge of the cloth…
With his heart thudding in excitement, Aryansh gripped the edge of the red silicon cloth and slowly pulled it off.
The moment the cover slipped away, his eyes widened—and then sparkled with pure joy.
A brand new Royal Enfield Bullet 350 gleamed under the sunlight, its black and chrome body shining like a dream. The signature thump of the Bullet echoed in his imagination as he stood there, momentarily speechless.
“Royal Enfield 350…” he whispered in disbelief, taking a step closer, running his fingers lovingly along the smooth handlebar.
“Papa… yeh… sach mein me-mere liye?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.
Ranjan nodded, a rare softness in his eyes.
“Haan, tumhare liye”
Aryansh turned to him and hugged him tightly, the happiness radiating off him like sunshine.
“Thank you so much, Papa ye sach me mere liye hai?”
Behind him, Janaki wiped a tear of happiness while Prema folded her hands in silent gratitude “Kitna khush ho gya ye” Janaki whispered, her voice filled with pride.
As Aryansh admired the bike with sparkling eyes, he suddenly turned towards Isharth, the excitement not dimming for even a moment.
“Bhaiii, aap bhi aao na!” he called out, extending a hand like a child eager to share his joy.
Isharth took a hesitant step forward, a soft smile playing on his lips—but just then, Prema stepped in between, her tone sugar-coated but sharp underneath “Par ye bike toh tumhare liye hai, Aryansh,” she said with a tight smile.
Aryansh’s smile faltered. He looked at her, a flicker of irritation in his eyes.
“Haan toh? Isme kya problem hai? Bhai hai mera, aayega mere saath,” he said, his voice rising just a notch.
He looked back at Isharth, eyes pleading.
“Bhai… please, aap aao na.”
But Isharth’s steps froze. The courage drained from his eyes, and he stood there, uncertain and silent.
Ranjan’s voice broke the moment.
“Tumhara birthday gift hai. Pehle tum hi dekho, Aryansh” he said, trying to steer the mood.
Aryansh shook his head “Par papa, main chahta hoon ki bhai aur mai sath me dekhe……please” he said firmly, his voice now edged with desperation.
“Aao naa bhaiii,” he called again, louder this time.
Ranjan’s face darkened “Ek baar mein samajh nahi aata kya? Ek number ke jiddi ho tum!” he snapped, his patience thinning.
Before Aryansh could reply, Prema quickly stepped beside Ranjan and clutched his arm.
“Aryansh ye kya bachpana hai? Papa keh rahe hain na—baad mein le jana uss ladke ko,” she said coldly, avoiding Isharth’s name deliberately.
Aryansh’s fists clenched. His jaw tightened.
“Isharth naam hai unka” he growled through gritted teeth.
“Yeh gift maine diya hai. Aur main nahi chahta ki yeh” Ranjan raised a finger, pointing at Isharth “isse chhoo bhi paye”
There was a heavy silence.
Aryansh’s eyes darted from Prema to Ranjan, disbelief and rage boiling inside him “Ye mera gift hai na? Toh mera gift, meri marzi,” he declared, voice low but burning with fury.
“ARYANSH!” Prema shouted, her voice echoing across the garden.
And in that moment—something inside Aryansh snapped.
Without a second thought, he turned and kicked the bike with all his strength. The Royal Enfield toppled over with a loud crash, the metallic thud echoing in the shocked silence that followed.
Everyone stood frozen.
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Ved sat comfortably on the garden bench, newspaper spread open in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. The morning breeze rustled the leaves as he sipped quietly, soaking in the peaceful start to his day.
But his moment of calm was soon interrupted by familiar footsteps. He glanced up to see Vardaan and Rishika approaching.
“Arey Rishu, Vardaan? Tum dono? Yahan… woh bhi subah-subah?” Ved raised an eyebrow, folding the newspaper halfway.
Vardaan grinned, casually placing a hand on Rishika’s shoulder “Arey haan haan, sab theek hai bas madam ka mann tha Kaushiki se milne ka toh socha inhe le hi aata hoon.”
Ved looked at Rishika with a knowing smile.
“Tumhe toh Kaushiki ka room pata hi hai jaao, mil lo.”
Rishika gave a nod and walked inside, leaving the two men behind
Vardaan plopped down beside Ved with a smirk, stretching his legs out. Without any warning, he asked “Aur bhai… mein uncle when?”
Ved had just taken a sip of his tea—and the question caught him so off guard, he choked and spilled it all over his kurta “Abbe hatt be!” Ved coughed, placing the cup down quickly, glaring at him “Kuch bhi bolta hai tu?”
Vardaan burst into uncontrollable laughter, holding his stomach as he leaned back on the bench “Arey kya kaha maine? Tu hi soch—29 saal ka buddha hone aaya hai, par abhi tak ek bhi baccha nahi?”
Ved shot him a deadly look, wiping his kurta with a napkin “Saale tu toh aise keh raha hai jaise khud 4-5 bacchon ka baap ban gaya ho!”
Vardaan chuckled mischievously “Kya pata bhai… future secured hai mera”
Ved shook his head, but a reluctant smile escaped “Tere future se zyada toh meri chai secure thi, jo tu barbaad kar gaya”
“Kyaaa baat kar raha hai, Vardaan? Bhabhi mil gayi tujhe?” Ved asked, eyes wide with mock surprise, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Vardaan looked down with a smug grin, puffing out his chest “Aur nahi toh kya! Main toh accha baccha hoon… saare kaam time se karta hoon.” He said it with such pride that it made Ved roll his eyes.
“Haan be!” Ved scoffed, leaning back.
“Aur in kaamon mein toh kuch zyada hi tej hai aap prabhu.”
Vardaan burst into laughter, raising his hands in mock acceptance “Ji ji ji” Then, narrowing his eyes playfully, he nudged Ved with his elbow “Ab tu apna bata. Koi toh hogi… jo tujhe sabse alag lagti ho, jo pasand ho tujhe?”
The teasing tone faded into a curious softness, and Ved’s smile froze for a second. The question hung in the air like a silent trigger, and before he could stop it, Naina’s image flashed in his mind—her gentle smile, the way strands of her hair swayed in the mall light, and the picture of her he had secretly saved, eyes full of something he hadn’t dared to name.
He looked away for a moment, as if collecting himself.
“Kya hua? Itna soch kyu raha hai?” Vardaan asked, noticing the sudden shift.
Ved tried to brush it off, but a slight smile betrayed him.
“K-kuch nahi…”
Vardaan's eyes lit up “Ohooo! Naam kya hai us chehre ka?”
Ved didn’t answer immediately. He simply sipped his now-cold tea, eyes staring far beyond the garden, where memories and unsaid emotions lived.
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So guy's don't get confused about Vardaan. He is Rishika’s brother and Ved's school best friend.
𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓??
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 12?
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ✨❤️
𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔.
𝑩𝒚𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆!!
𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 💖
𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 💕
~𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒙𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔_
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