Harsh, Naman, Piyush, and Manav appeared, walking towards the group with knowing smiles on their faces. The moment they arrived, they couldn't help but notice the chaos unfolding around them.
"Ye kya bacchon wale game khel rahe ho tum sab?" Harsh called out, his voice dripping with amusement as he observed the lively scene. "Aur aap log bhi shamil ho gaye isme. Sona nahi hai kya kisiko?" he teased, his eyes scanning the group.
Tara, who had been laughing at the fun and chaos around her, glanced over at Harsh and shrugged with a playful smile. "Kuch der me soyenge, aap log so jaiye," she replied, dismissing his comment as she continued to watch the game unfold.
Naman leaned against the railing, grinning at the group, while Piyush plopped down beside Kirti, intrigued by the ongoing game.
But soon, the competitive energy in the air was contagious. They couldn't resist joining in. Harsh sat down beside Shashwat, Naman took a spot near Akash. The addition of their energy only made the game even more intense, as the music started again, and the pillow passed rapidly from one person to another.
Piyush, who had been watching the game unfold, couldn't help but interject with his usual nonchalance. "Kanak beta, tum game khelo, I will play the music. Mujhe interest nahi inn sabme," he said, giving Kanak a wide grin. Kanak, always eager to join the fun, flashed a bright smile and nodded, happily joining in, her presence adding to the lively atmosphere.
With that, the game resumed, and everyone's attention returned to the music and the pillow, which was passed from one person to the next. Siya and Shashwat sat side by side, their competitive spirits still evident despite the earlier message. As the music played, Siya handed the pillow to Shashwat, but before he could pass it on, his fingers brushed against hers. Shashwat instinctively held onto her hand for a split second, a moment of connection that seemed to last longer than it really was. However, Siya, quick to regain her composure, swiftly pulled her hand away and left the pillow for Shashwat to pass.
The music played on, building the suspense, until it finally stopped. The pillow, as if guided by fate, landed in Naman's hands, and the group let out a collective sigh of anticipation.
"Piyush did this intentionally," Naman immediately accused, his face contorted in mock frustration as he held the pillow tightly, clearly ready to continue the game.
"Kuch bhi!" Piyush shot back without missing a beat, his grin widening. "Bhai, ye aapki bachpan ki aadat hai-haarne lagen toh ilzaam laga do bas," he teased, raising his hands in mock defense as if the accusation was absurd.
"Kya karna hai!" Naman asked, his arms crossed over his chest as if preparing for something theatrical.
Arushi, never one to shy away from a challenge, replied quickly with a grin, "Papa mummy ki acting karo."
The suggestion hung in the air, and Naman's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief. "Nahi, kuch aur," he responded, shaking his head as if the request was too much to ask.
Harsh raised an eyebrow. "Kyun? That day you were mimicking Kirti bhabhi. Abhi kya hua?" His teasing tone was met with a raised eyebrow from Kirti, who looked at Naman as if daring him to explain himself.
"Kyun?" Kirti asked, her voice both curious and slightly amused as she leaned in, eager to know what her husband would say in return.
"You both fought at a topic, I guess," Harsh replied with a shrug. His smile was one of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
Naman stood up and raised his hand, declaring, "Alright! Ishika act like me." Ishika grinned widely, giving a thumbs up in response, and everyone leaned in, excited for the spectacle.
Naman took a deep breath and then began walking, his stride exaggerated as he tried to mimic Kirti's confident attitude. He flipped an imaginary lock of hair over his shoulder with a theatrical flourish, sending the group into peals of laughter. Kirti, on the other hand, gasped in mock offense, clutching her chest as if scandalized by her husband's antics.
"Naman, tell me which saree I should wear?" Naman asked in a high-pitched voice, trying his best to sound like Kirti. The group watched intently, their smiles widening as Ishika, ever the performer, responded, taking the role seriously.
"Blue one," Ishika imitated him in a mock strict tone, making sure her gaze stayed stern.
Naman, playing his part, scoffed dramatically. "I knew it! You don't even pay attention to me. You don't even listen to me," he huffed, striking an exaggerated pose of hurt and disbelief. The whole group burst out laughing at his over-the-top response, and Kirti raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Maine kya kiya?" Ishika asked, still mimicking Naman in a voice that was both whiny and annoyed, shifting between Naman and Kirti's angry personas. The way she blended the two voices had everyone laughing even harder.
"You know that blue color doesn't suit me that much," Naman said, crossing his arms in mock frustration, pouting slightly and glancing at his 'wife' with a theatrical frown.
"Then why did you ask?" Ishika, still in character, shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yahi dekhne ke liye!" Naman retorted, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Par tumhe kya fark padta hai? Bhale hi main sadak pe ye pehen ke naachne wali bandariya kyun na lagun... Tumhe khud se matlab hai... Mujhse kabhi baat mat karna," he said, his voice growing more exaggerated, mimicking Kirti's serious tone but with a completely absurd twist.
The entire group howled with laughter, and Kirti herself couldn't control her giggles, shaking her head in disbelief at Naman's impeccable mimicry. She quickly grabbed a nearby pillow and tossed it at him, laughing uncontrollably, unable to contain her amusement at her husband's antics.
"Aaj raat ke liye Best of luck papa!" Darsh said, patting his father's back with an exaggerated expression of sympathy. Naman, now fully embracing his role as the drama king, smacked Darsh's head lightly in response, shaking his head but still grinning.
The game had reached its peak of excitement when the pillow stopped at Siya. She froze in place, her wide eyes darting around as everyone grinned mischievously, knowing she was about to be put on the spot.
"Chal, Harsh uncle ki acting kar," Arushi said, her face lighting up with excitement.
Siya's eyes widened further, and she immediately shook her head. "P...pagal hai kya! Hum nahi karenge," she stammered, glancing nervously at Harsh, who was watching with an amused expression.
"Arre kyun? Vaise toh itna karti hai," Richa teased, nudging her playfully.
Siya leaned closer to Richa and Arushi, whispering fiercely, "Maar dalenge tum dono ko akele mein!"
Both girls just giggled, enjoying her predicament.
"Siya, kar na," Tara chimed in, smirking.
The others quickly joined in, chanting, "Siya! Siya! Siya!" Their voices grew louder, making her groan in frustration.
"Karo, hame bhi dekhna hai," Harsh said, folding his arms, his lips curving into an expectant smile. Siya gulped nervously.
Siya took a deep breath, trying to suppress her nervousness, but as the cheering grew louder, she knew there was no escape. Finally, she stood up, straightened her posture, and walked with slow, authoritative strides, her hands clasped behind her back. Her face transformed into a serious, no-nonsense expression as she scanned the group with sharp eyes.
"Yeh sab kya kar rahe ho sab?!" she started in a deep, commanding tone, making everyone sit up, already stifling their laughter. "Har din bas game, masti, mazak! Zindagi ko lekar koi seriousness nahi hai kisi mein!"
She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head in disapproval. "Ye nahi ki jaldi so jaayein, subah jaldi uthein, meditation karein! Bas pade rehna hai bistar pe hi!"
The entire group burst into laughter at her spot-on imitation, while Shashwat, who had been quietly watching her, couldn't help but admire her with a soft smile.
Then, she turned abruptly and pointed a strict finger at Reyansh, making him blink in surprise.
"Inko dekho!" she exclaimed, her tone dripping with exaggerated exasperation. "Naya naya shauk chadha hai gym jaa kar body banane ka! Arre, hamare zamane mein toh gym ka naam tak nahi suna tha, phir bhi tumse zyada fit rehte the!"
Reyansh raised his hands in defense, laughing, while the others howled in amusement. Siya wasn't done yet.
"Aur tum log naye naye chochle paal lo! Nalayak kahin ke!" she added, mimicking Harsh's signature scolding style.
The group erupted into applause, some even wiping away tears from laughing too hard. Siya, however, was now red with embarrassment, realizing how into character she had gotten. Her eyes widened as she saw Harsh suddenly stand up.
A silence fell over the group. Siya gulped nervously as he walked towards her with an unreadable expression. Her heart pounded, wondering if she had taken the joke too far.
But before she could react, Harsh casually pulled her into a side hug, laughing heartily. "Accha tha," he said with a nod of approval.
The group cheered louder, and Siya, finally breathing again, grinned widely, feeling victorious.
As the game continued, the anticipation grew, and soon enough, the pillow landed in Harsh's hands. Everyone immediately turned to him with mischievous grins, knowing that he wouldn't get away without doing something entertaining.
"Chalo chalo, late ho gaya. Ab game band karo, sab so jao," Harsh tried to escape, standing up as if dismissing the game.
"Accha? Ab bahana nahi chalega!" Naman smirked. "Reyansh, once your father told me how he proposed your mother at a wedding in front of everyone by singing a song."
"Really?" Ritika asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Huh? When? Aisa kuch nahi hai!" Harsh immediately denied, shaking his head.
"Haan, hume bhi yaad hai! Tara bhabhi ne bataya tha," Ishika added with a teasing smile. "Chaliye bhai sahab, recreate that scene!"
"Aree nahi, kya zaroorat hai?" Harsh tried again, but the entire group had already started cheering.
"Harsh uncle! Harsh uncle!" They all clapped and chanted his name, leaving him with no choice.
Harsh sighed in defeat, glancing at Tara, who was already blushing, before he cleared his throat. And then, to everyone's utter shock, he started singing-his voice deep and full of old-school romance.
"Ye shokhiya ye baagpan
Jo tujhme hai, kahin nahin
Dilon ko lootne ka fan
Jo tujhme hai, kahin nahin
Main teri, main teri aankhon mein paa gaya do jahaan..."
The entire group fell into stunned silence for a moment before bursting into cheers and hoots. Tara, flustered yet smiling, covered her face with her hands, while the younger ones whistled and clapped.
Encouraged by the response, Harsh continued with full filmy style, walking toward Tara and dramatically placing a hand on his heart.
"Aye meri zohra zabeen, tujhe maloom nahi
Tu abhi tak hai haseen aur main jawaan
Tujhpe qurbaan, meri jaan, meri jaan!"
Tara shook her head, laughing and blushing harder as the entire group erupted into applause.
"Wow, bhaisahab! I never expected you to be this romantic!" Kirti teased, still clapping.
Meanwhile, in the back, Ritika leaned closer to Arav and muttered in a low voice, "Kya aunty, hume dekh ke nahi pata chala aapko?"
Arav, hearing her comment, immediately pinched her hand, making her yelp softly. The other youngsters who overheard them coughed, struggling to hold in their laughter.
As the pillow landed in Arav's hands, he immediately facepalmed, groaning internally. The moment he looked up, his worst fears were confirmed-Ritika was staring at him with a devilish smirk, her eyes twinkling with pure mischief.
"Hahaha! Issi ka toh wait kar rahi thi," she declared, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "Chalo, kisi chichore song pe mere liye dance karo!"
Arav's jaw dropped. "Arre yaar! Ye kya hai?" he protested. "I am NOT going to do this!"
"Ritika! Kya pagalpan hai?" Tara chided, though there was amusement in her tone.
"Arre, itne bhi nahi mummy!" Ritika defended herself quickly. "I mean, thode acche wale song pe!"
Arav shook his head stubbornly. "Nahi... mujhe nahi karna!" His ears were already turning red, a clear sign of his embarrassment.
Ritika noticed his hesitation and softened a little, realizing he was genuinely uncomfortable. She sighed dramatically but smiled, shaking her head.
"Accha, chhodo... dance mat karo," she relented. "Gana hi gaa do."
But just as he was about to pick a song himself, suddenly, music started playing on its own.
As the energetic beats of "Billo Rani" echoed through the room, Arav smirked, his eyes locking onto Ritika's as he took a confident step toward her. The youngsters immediately erupted into cheers, sensing what was coming. The elders watched with amused smiles, shaking their heads at the playful madness unfolding before them.
**"Ishq Karke Tujse Deewana
Bethab Hua Barbaad Hua
Bhool Gaya Apna Bhi Naam
Jab Naam Tera Isse Yaad Hua"**
With a swift move, Arav grabbed Ritika's hand and spun her around, making her twirl effortlessly. She let out a surprised laugh, her hair flying in the air. As she came back to face him, he smoothly pulled her close, nudging her shoulder with his own from behind, swaying with the rhythm.
The youngsters hooted louder, capturing every second of their impromptu performance on their phones.
**"Ye Hain Jo Majnu Hayee
Innhe Kya Mein Samjho Tauba
Roz Ho Jaate Yeh Hain Kisse Na Kisse Pe Fida"**
Arav exaggeratedly placed a hand on his chest and threw his head back dramatically, pretending to swoon, making Ritika laugh. He then pointed toward the others, mimicking the act of shifting attention from one girl to another, perfectly syncing with the lyrics.
Ritika, catching on, dramatically gasped and playfully pushed him back. Arav stumbled back a few steps for effect before smirking and returning with a spin, sliding to his knees in front of her.
**"Aaj Iss Ke Peeche Hae
Peeche Kal Uske Peeche Tauba
Kya Theekana Hain Inka
Kab Ho Jaye Kab Lapatha"**
Arav shot up from his knees, took Ritika's hand again, and pulled her into a quick, coordinated set of side-to-side footwork. She followed his lead, their movements slightly chaotic but filled with infectious energy.
Seeing the moment, Siya and Tara started clapping in rhythm, hyping them up.
**"Inki Mohabbat Resham Ka Jaal Hain Haai
Deewangi Bhi Inki Ek Chal Hain"**
Arav suddenly grabbed Ritika by the waist and lifted her slightly off the ground in a playful sway. She squealed in surprise but clutched onto his shoulders, laughing as he spun her lightly before setting her back down.
The youngsters went wild, whistling and cheering, while Kirti shook her head in amusement, muttering, "Yeh dono toh bas ek dusre ki taang kheechne ka koi bhi mauka nahi chhodte."
**"Hoo Billo Rani Kahon Tho Abhi Jaan Dedho
Hoo Billo Rani Kahon Tho Abhi Jaan Dedho
Hoo Billo Rani Kahon Tho Abhi Jaan Dedho
Billo Rani Kahon Tho Abhi Jaan Dedhoooo"**
As the beats intensified, Arav turned to Ritika, pointing at her dramatically as he lip-synced the lyrics.
Ritika, playing along, placed both hands on her hips and pretended to think for a moment before smirking. With a playful roll of her eyes, she flicked his forehead lightly before stepping away, adding her own energetic freestyle to the mix.
Arav, not backing down, matched her energy, mimicking her moves but with exaggerated gestures, making everyone burst into laughter.
**"Ke Aab Tak Tumri Samaj Na Aaye Na
Ghoom Le Ohh Chahe Sab Duniya
Aye Hum Sa Pe Mi Na Mili Hain Tumka Kahin"**
Seeing Ritika distracted in her laughter, Arav smoothly spun her around again, this time pulling her closer than before.
She gasped slightly but laughed, gripping onto his arms to steady herself.
**"Ke Billo Dhak Dhak Ye Maan Dhadkat Hain
Tanma Agni Bhadkat Hain
Jab Jab Lagawat Ho Tum Dhumka Kahin"**
As the last beat faded, Ritika, out of breath from laughing and dancing, took a few steps forward and hugged Arav tightly, burying her face in his chest, still giggling.
Arav, equally breathless but grinning, wrapped his arms around her in return.
The whole room exploded into cheers, whistles, and applause.
As the pillow made its way to Reyansh, a mischievous glint appeared in Ritika's eyes.
"Kuch aisa hai jo tune likha hai aur wo tera favourite ho, wo suna hame." She said, resting her chin on her palm, expecting something extraordinary.
Reyansh, who had been sitting comfortably, straightened slightly. His fingers unconsciously tapped against his knee, a subtle hesitation flashing in his eyes before he nodded.
"Alright..." he murmured, taking a deep breath , staring in his phone as if reading it while his gaze flickered to Arushi.
"Chandani..."
He begins, his voice soft, almost as if he's speaking to the night itself, but only she knew.
"I am the sky, vast and endless. I've seen countless sunsets and sunrises, I've witnessed storms that stir the earth and still nights where the stars whisper their secrets. But the most beautiful part of my existence, the part that completes me, is the moonlight. The way it glows, not just lighting the path for others, but lighting my soul. It's the kind of light that isn't just seen, it's felt. It's the kind of glow that lingers with you even after the night fades, like a memory you never forget."
He pauses, a gentle smile curling at his lips, eyes almost lost in Arushi's.
"Chandani, your light dances in the night like the most graceful melody, swaying in the air. It's chaotic, yet serene, a beautiful mess of emotions that no words can fully capture. It's like the breeze that kisses your skin softly yet rips through your heart in a gentle rush. It's the stillness of the night that wraps you in peace, while the chaos of the world continues around you. It's the perfect contradiction, daring, yet delicate, fierce, yet calming."
His voice grows more intense, eyes tracing the space between the words.
"And when you glow, Chandani, the whole world changes. You make the darkest hours feel like they belong to the brightest of days. You shine through the shadows, lighting up the forgotten corners of my being, making me feel alive in ways nothing else could. I am nothing but the sky without you. Just a vast, empty void,dull, dark, unalive. But when your light touches me, I bloom. You breathe life into me, your glow filling every inch of space I occupy, making me feel whole."
Arushi, who had been casually leaning back against the couch, suddenly sat up straighter. Her eyes, which had been lazily following the conversation, now fixated on Reyansh,intense, questioning, yet unblinking.
Reyansh continued, his gaze locking onto hers, as if speaking directly to her.
"And when you glow, Chandani, the whole world changes.You make the darkest hours feel like they belong to the brightest of days.You shine through the shadows, lighting up the forgotten corners of my being,making me feel alive in ways nothing else could. I am nothing but the sky without you. Just a vast, empty void-dull, dark, unalive. But when your light touches me, I bloom.
You breathe life into
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