~Mehra Bhawan
Monday mornings were never easy in the Mehra mansion and the Navratri rituals to the mix, and it became a full-on war zone.
The smell of agarbatti mixed with coffee drifted through the marble-floored living room. Namrata Mehra, draped in a bright orange silk saree, was arranging thalis with coconut, flowers, and diyas.
“Ananya! Jaldi aa jaa, kalash sthapna ka muhurat nikal raha hai!”
she shouted, her voice echoing through the hall.
Ananya came running down the stairs, lehenga half tucked, dupatta flying behind like a Bollywood heroine.
“Maa, ek minute… mujhe bindi nahi mil rahi!”
Behind her, Dev appeared, adjusting the collar of his kurta like he was about to give a TED Talk.
“Kya Maa, pooja karni hai, aur isko filmy entry ki padi hai ."
Ananya glared. “Bas jealous ho ki main tumse better lag rahi hoon.”
Nisha quietly slipped in, thali already in her hands. “Maa, main help kar deti hoon.”
Namrata smiled proudly. “Dekho, meri chhoti itni samajhdaar hai. Tum dono bhi usse seekho.”
Dev smirked. “Kya seekhe? Silent mode pe rehna? Nisha toh ghar ki Alexa hai bas dekhti rehti hai aur instructions follow karti hai.”
Nisha rolled her eyes. “At least main unnecessarily bolti toh nahi.”
Ananya burst out laughing. “Burned!”
Vidyut Mehra entered, newspaper in hand, unfazed by the chaos.
“Aaj ka din special hai. Navratri ke pehle din ghar mein shanti honi chahiye…”
Dev folded his arms & chuckled saying
"Shaanti aur mehera's yeh tho do opposite pole hai papa."
Where everyone just laughed at his comment
~Shergill Sadan
Meanwhile, in the Shergill household, the chaos was double the volume.
Anuraadha Shergill’s voice was louder than the conch shell.
“Ishaan! Jaldi naha le! Mandir jaane ka time ho raha hai.”
“Bas maa! Ek aur over!” Ishaan shouted from the his room playing on his Playstation
Aisha stormed out of her room in a red anarkali, heels in her hand.
“Maa, aap apne laadla ko samjhao. Mujhe medical college ke notes revise karne hai aur yeh cricket khel raha hai.”
Prem walked down quietly, already ready in white kurta, hair neatly combed. He placed the pooja ki thaali on the table.
“Dekha, yeh hai mera sanskaari beta,”
Anuraadha beamed, patting Prem’s shoulder.
Aisha scoffed. “Maa, sanskaari nahi… silent killer hai. Sabko judge karta rehta hai aankhon hi aankhon se.”
Prem raised his brow.
“Better than shouting like you’re giving a rally.”
Before Aisha could retort, Ishaan stromed into the room like a bullet and knocked a fruit bowl scattering everything on the floor
Vikram Shergill lowered his newspaper, sighed, and muttered,
"Aur main soch raha tha ki iss ghar mein kabhi shaanti raheygi.”
~ Solanki–Vora Villa
If the Mehras were filmy and the Shergills dramatic, the Solanki-Vora mansion was pure Comedy Circus.
In the massive joint bungalow, two moms
Veena Vora and Shreya Solanki were yelling from two different directions.
“Kavish! Kurta pehen le warna pandit ji bolenge ghar ka beta bigda hua hai!”
“Arunika! Phool todkar laa garden se jaldi ."
Kavish appeared in the hallway, flexing his biceps. " Kurta ho ya na ho, sabki nazrein mujhpe hongi.”
Arunika, passing by, snorted. " Subha subha mt suru hoja ab ,Aaj tho bakah de aaj navratri hai!"
Ruaan came out, yawning, hair messy. “Kya subah-subah shor macha rakha hai? Kal raat ki party se abhi tak thakaan nahi gayi.”
Shreya glared. “Party? Tum toh kehte the library jaa rahe ho!”
Arunika clapped dramatically. “Library ke neeche jo chai ki tapri hai, wahi unka Harvard hai.”
Kavish laughed, high-fived her, and Ruaan groaned.
Krish Vora entered with his brother Viraj, both dressed in crisp kurtas.
“Aaj ke din thi ghar mein positivity banaye rakho aur .....!!"
Before he could finish, Kavish shouted, “Positivity toh main hoon, baaki sab negativity hai.”
The whole family groaned in unison.
"Self obsessed!"
~Roy Mansion
While in the Roy household, things looked calm… but only on the surface.
Anil Roy sat peacefully with his chai, while Priti decorated the temple.
“Aakarsh! Beta, aarti ke liye aa jao.”
No response.
“Kiana! Tum toh bulao apne bhai ko.”
Kiana stormed in, rolling her eyes.
“Main usse bulaun? He’s acting like Devdas in his room with books. Waise bhi bhai ko festival se zyada formulas se pyaar hai.”
Just then, Aakarsh appeared, adjusting his spectacles.
"At least I use my brain. Tum toh bas reels banati ho din bhar.”
Kiana gasped dramatically.
“Excuse me! Reels banane se log entertain hote hain. Tumhari boring baaton se toh plants bhi murjha jaaye.”
Priti held her head.
“Bas bas! Navratri ke pehle din tum dono ka yeh drama…”
Anil chuckled. “Drama toh iss ghar ki pehchaan hai.”
And then Kiana ran towards her father to hug him escaping from Aakarsh's beating
And like that, four families, four houses, four different kinds of chaos got wrapped up in one Monday morning of Navratri.
But tonight, at the Garba ground, their worlds were about to collide !
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Firstly I'm sorry for this short chapter update but I was a bit busy and Don't worry and very exciting and cutu sa chapter is coming tonight And I hope you will love it !
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