A Beautiful Morning at the Murty Mansion

It was a perfect morning at the grand Murty mansion. The sun shone brightly over the sprawling garden where a man sat, leisurely reading the newspaper. This was none other than Raman Murty, the head of the Murty family. He was enjoying the peace of the morning, unaware of the chaos brewing inside the mansion.

Inside the grand kitchen, two women were busy preparing breakfast. Ishita Raman Murty, a graceful lady with an ever-kind smile, was focused on frying some parathas. Beside her stood Nyonika Malhotra, as elegant as ever, chopping vegetables for the salad. Both were deeply engrossed in their tasks, when suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around Ishita from behind, startling her.

"Good morning, Amma!" a boy's cheerful voice broke the silence. It was Abhimanyu Murty, her youngest son.

Ishita gasped, nearly dropping the spatula. "Abhimanyu! You scared me!"

Abhimanyu chuckled, giving his mom a tight squeeze. "Good morning, Mrs. Murty," he teased playfully.

Ishita lightly smacked his arm, shaking her head. "Go wake up your lazy brothers and get ready for breakfast."

Before he could protest, Nyonika turned around and pulled him into a quick hug. "Good morning, beta. Now, do as your Amma says. Go wake up the boys before we start breakfast."

Abhimanyu grinned, knowing there was no escape. "Yes, Mom," he said and sprinted out of the kitchen, ready to face his sleeping brothers.

Abhimanyu made his way to the guest room where his brother and friend , Cabir Murty and Dhruv Malhotra, were sleeping like logs. He pushed the door open, only to find them sprawled across the bed like they hadn't slept in years. Shaking his head in disbelief, he clapped his hands.

"Wake up, guys! It's morning, and Amma's waiting for us at breakfast!" he called out, but there was no response—not even a twitch. They were dead to the world.

Abhimanyu sighed dramatically, then smirked as an idea struck him. He tiptoed into the bathroom, filled a bucket with cold water, and grinned wickedly as he approached the bed. Without hesitation, he dumped the entire bucket on them.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" Cabir shot up, eyes wide open, flailing his arms. "Oh no! Tsunami! Amma! My food! I didn't even get to eat my noodles! My precious noodles!"

Dhruv, equally confused and drenched, yelled, "I don't want to die! What will happen to Aaliya? Maa! Papa! I haven't lived long enough!"

Abhimanyu burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "Oh man, you guys are hilarious! Cabir, noodles? Seriously? And Dhruv, calm down—I'll find Aaliya a nice guy after you die!"

Cabir and Dhruv, still soaked, glared at him. "Abhimanyu Murty!" they yelled in unison.

"Yes, that's me!" he said, still giggling. "You should've woken up the first time, sleepyheads!"

"Who wakes someone up like this? Even a caveman wouldn't do this!" Dhruv complained, glaring at Abhimanyu. "And don't you dare talk about Aaliya. She's mine."

"Yeah, and food is my first love!" Cabir chimed in, grabbing a towel.

Before Abhimanyu could respond, two girls crept up behind him, unnoticed. One of them quietly placed a hand on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, only to be greeted by a face full of white paint.

"Bhoooot!" Cabir and Dhruv shrieked in unison, hiding behind Abhimanyu. "Maa! Appa! There's a ghost!"

Abhimanyu, now covered in paint, let out a dramatic scream. "Hey Babydoll ke Aiyappa, bachaao!"

The two girls glared at him. "Seriously?" one of them said, arms crossed. "I'm Mukti, not some ghost! If you call me a ghost again, I swear I'll smack the fear right out of you!"

That was Mukti Malhotra, Dhruv's fiery sister. She wasn't one to be messed with, and Abhimanyu knew better than to cross her.

"And I'm Aaliya," the other girl added, pouting. "What did we ever do to you, Abhi? Why the prank?"

Abhimanyu, wiping the paint from his face, looked innocent. "What are you two talking about? I didn't do anything to you guys! I just woke these sleepyheads up."

Mukti and Aaliya exchanged glances, their faces suddenly lighting up with realization.

"Maaaaniiiikkkk!" they both screamed in unison, their voices echoing throughout the mansion.

Manik's POV

I was sitting comfortably on my bed, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. The prank had worked perfectly. My siblings' reactions had been priceless, and I couldn't stop laughing. But now, with the fun behind me, I found myself holding a photo of her—my Jaan.

It had been over 15 years since I last saw her. I wondered how she looked now, probably as adorable as ever. She must still be tiny in height, I thought with a grin. I miss you so much, baby. I love you. I know you don't even know it yet, and maybe you're with someone else by now. That's okay. I just want your happiness.

Before I could lose myself in thoughts, I heard a loud scream from downstairs. My name, being yelled at the top of Mukti and Aaliya's lungs. Uh-oh. I knew exactly what that meant. They had figured out who the real prankster was. Before they could charge into my room and unleash their wrath, I dashed into the bathroom to get ready.

The Dining Showdown

Thirty minutes later, I strolled casually into the dining area where everyone was gathered for breakfast. I knew they were all glaring at me, but I put on my best innocent face.

"What's up, beautiful ladies and... um, not-so-beautiful guys?" I asked with a grin.

Mukti crossed her arms, glaring daggers at me. "Oh, nothing... I was just wondering what your face will look like after I punch it. Not-so-handsome now, are we?"

I put on my best puppy-dog eyes, turning toward our mothers. "Mumma, look at how your daughter is threatening me!"

Ishita shook her head, clearly amused. "Mukti, leave him. Manik, stop causing trouble and sit down for breakfast."

Cabir, still nursing his soggy hair, snorted. "Yeah, and while you're at it, maybe stay away from buckets of water in the future, Manik."

"Not my fault you two sleep like the dead," I said with a grin, grabbing a seat. "And Dhruv, don't worry—I'll find Aaliya a nice boy if anything happens to you."

Dhruv threw a bread roll at me. "You'll pay for that!"

"Now, now," Nyonika chimed in, "enough with the sibling wars. Breakfast is getting cold."

As the chaos settled and they began eating, the Murty mansion's dining table was once again filled with laughter, playful banter, and the familiar warmth of family. No matter how many pranks were pulled, or how much chaos ensued, they were all there for each other, through thick and thin.

And as Manik looked around at his family, he couldn't help but smile. No matter how much trouble he got into, they always had his back. The only with missing is his jaan which he will make sure will be back with them in no time. 

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