The Kohli and Shetgiri families had gathered in the grand living room of the Kohli mansion, a chaotic yet loving atmosphere as they debated where to go for their first family trip together. The room was buzzing with excitement, voices overlapping as everyone pitched their ideas.

Raj (enthusiastically):

"Main kehta hoon pehli trip international ho! Switzerland chalein, fresh air, chocolates aur wo snow-covered mountains(I say our first trip should be international! Let's go to Switzerland—fresh air, chocolates, and those snow-covered mountains!)"

Esha: I love Swiss Chocolates too! 🍫

Naitik (raising an eyebrow):

"Aur visa ka kya, bhai saab? Process toh do mahine ka hai, tab tak hamari agli trip aa jayegi(And what about the visa, brother? The process takes two months; by then, it'll be time for our next trip!)"

Esha: Woh toh sahi hai(That is right!) 😫

Namrata (grinning):

"Toh Thailand chalein, beaches, shopping aur short flight! Visa on arrival bhi hai(Then let's go to Thailand—beaches, shopping, and it's a short flight! There's even visa on arrival.)"

Naira (smirking):

"Namrata, mujhe lagta hai humein apna desh dekhna chahiye pehle. Itni saari jagah hain India mein, wahaan kyun na jaayein(Namrata, I think we should explore our own country first. There are so many places in India—why not go there?)"

Esha: This time I agree with bhabhi! 😊

Prachi (shyly but firmly):

"Ji haan, mujhe bhi lagta hai Bharat mein itne sundar rajya hain ki pehle unka darshan kar lena chahiye(Yes, I also think there are so many beautiful states in India that we should visit them first.)"

Raj (teasing):

"Arre wah, Prachi ji toh nationalist nikli! Chalo, bolo kaunsi jagah pasand hai aapko(Oh wow, Prachi ji turned out to be a nationalist! Come on, tell us which place you like.)"

Prachi (earnestly):

"Mujhe toh sabhi jagah pasand hai, lekin Bharat ke pradesh alag-alag sanskriti aur rang leke aate hain. Yahi toh ekta ka prateek hai(I like all places, but India's states bring diverse cultures and colors. That's the symbol of unity!)"

Babita:

"Arre yeh sab chhodo, Rajasthan chalte hain! Forts, palaces aur camel rides, pura royal feel milega(Forget all this, let's go to Rajasthan! Forts, palaces, and camel rides—we'll get the full royal experience.)"

Esha: Rajasthan is soo popular! 🤔

Kartik (playfully):

"Aunty ji, hum sab wo chhote Maharaja toh nahi hain! Main kehta hoon Himachal chalein, fresh snow aur adventure sports ke liye(Aunty, we're not mini royalty! I say let's go to Himachal for fresh snow and adventure sports.)"

Kairav (jumping in):

"Papa, snow bola toh Manali jaana chahiye! Main snowman banana chahta hoon(Papa, if it's snow, we should go to Manali! I want to build a snowman!)"

Esha: Aww! Kairu! 😁

Namrata:

"Himachal theek hai, par Kerala ka kya? Backwaters, houseboats, aur masala dosa(Himachal is fine, but what about Kerala? Backwaters, houseboats, and masala dosa!)"

Ranbir (grinning):

"Namrata, Himachal mein parathas aur chai ka taste dekha hai? Woh Kerala wale dosa ko beat kar deta hai(Namrata, have you tasted parathas and chai in Himachal? That beats Kerala dosas any day.)"

Esha: Woah! Hold your horses! 😤

Prachi (defensive):

"Ranbir ji, Himachal apni jagah hai, lekin Kerala ke ayurveda aur prachin mandir bhi toh hai(Ranbir ji, Himachal has its charm, but Kerala has ancient temples and Ayurveda!)"

Esha: Prachi is on my side!🤩

Raj (shaking his head):

"Ab yeh Kerala aur Himachal ka World Cup ban gaya hai. Faisla kaise hoga(Now this has become the Kerala vs. Himachal World Cup. How will we decide?)"

The room was now divided into two teams. Team Kerala: Namrata, Prachi, Babita, and Rajeshwaran. Team Manali: Ranbir, Kairav, Kartik, and Naira.

Namrata (arguing):

"Kerala mein houseboat pe rehna ek alag hi experience hai. Aur wahaan ka filter coffee? Heaven(Staying on a houseboat in Kerala is a unique experience. And their filter coffee? Heaven!)"

Kartik (rebutting):

"Par Himachal ke camps mein bonfire ka mazza nahi milta wahan(But Kerala doesn't have the fun of bonfires at camps like Himachal.)"

Prachi (firmly):

"Par Manali mein bhi bheed hoti hai, aur Himachal mein itna safed rajma khake kya fayda(But Manali is crowded too, and what's the point of eating so much plain rajma in Himachal?)"

Ranbir (mock offended):

"Safed rajma ko insult karna band karo, Prachi ji! Kerala ke rice aur sambhar bhi toh boring hote hain(Stop insulting white rajma, Prachi ji! Kerala's rice and sambar are boring too.)"

Esha: Now this is food war! 🍛

Kairav (decisively):

"Bas! Maine decide kar liya, hum Manali ja rahe hain. Snowman banana hai(Enough! I've decided, we're going to Manali. I want to make a snowman!)"

Namrata:

"Kya Kairav ke ek snowman ke liye Kerala ka vote maaroge(Will you kill Kerala's vote for one snowman by Kairav?)"

After much arguing, Kairav's excitement tipped the balance.

Naira (announcing):

"Theek hai, iss baar Himachal chalte hain. Agli trip Kerala ki hogi, deal(Fine, this time we'll go to Himachal. The next trip will be Kerala. Deal?)"

Namrata (grumbling):

"Thik hai! Par agli baar Kerala chhodne mat dena(Fine! But don't skip Kerala next time.)"

Kairav (excited):

"Yay! Manali, here we come! Chacha aur chachi ke saath snowman banayenge(Yay! Manali, here we come! We'll make a snowman with Uncle and Aunty!)"

Esha: Nothing pleases me more than Kairu's smile! 🏔

The families laughed as the room buzzed with plans for the trip, everyone secretly excited for what lay ahead in the snowy hills of Manali.

The evening was filled with a mix of excitement and chaos as the Kohli mansion prepared for the upcoming trip to Manali. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Ranbir and Prachi were assigned to pack their bags in the same room—a decision made intentionally by Namrata, who had a mischievous smirk on her face as she left them alone.

Prachi stood in front of the wardrobe, hands on her hips, inspecting the clothes she had brought. Meanwhile, Ranbir, lounging on the bed with his phone, couldn't resist teasing her.

Ranbir (smirking):

"Prachi ji, aap abhi tak pack kar rahi hain? Manali jaa rahe hain, yudh mein nahi(Prachi ji, you're still packing? We're going to Manali, not to war!)"

Prachi (rolling her eyes):

"Ranbir ji, aapko lagta hoga ki kapde bas phenk do bag mein, lekin main itni laaparwah nahi hoon(Ranbir ji, you might think you can just throw clothes in the bag, but I'm not that careless.)"

Ranbir (leaning back dramatically):

"Arre wah! Matlab aapke kapde bhi aapke jaise perfect hone chahiye, hai na(Oh wow! So your clothes also have to be as perfect as you, right?)"

Prachi (snapping back):

"Ji bilkul! Aur waise bhi, aap kya samajhte hain? Main aapke jaise teen shirts aur ek jacket leke chalti hoon(Of course! And anyway, what do you think? That I travel with just three shirts and a jacket like you?)"

Esha: Eww! You are stinky baklu! 

Ranbir burst into laughter and stood up, walking toward her.

Ranbir (grinning):

"Teen shirts aur ek jacket? Prachi ji, aapko toh meri packing genius samajhni chahiye. Minimalism kehte hain isse(Three shirts and one jacket? Prachi ji, you should appreciate my packing genius. It's called minimalism!)"

Prachi (mocking):

"Haan haan, minimalism ka matlab aapke liye hai ki thand mein freeze kar lo(Yes, sure, minimalism for you means freezing in the cold!)"

Ranbir (folding his arms):

"Aur aapke liye ka matlab hai har sweater ka matching scarf aur gloves hona(And for you, it means having a matching scarf and gloves for every sweater?)"

Prachi (picking up a scarf and waving it):

"Ji haan, kyunki agar kapdon ka sense na ho toh log kya sochenge(Exactly, because if you don't have a sense of dressing, what will people think?)"

Ranbir (pretending to be thoughtful):

"Log kya sochenge? Mujhe toh lagta hai log mujhe dekhenge hi nahi jab aap saath hongi(What will people think? I think no one will even notice me when you're around.)"

Prachi froze for a second, her cheeks turning pink. She quickly turned back to her bag, trying to hide her smile.

While folding her clothes, Prachi tried to fit a heavy scarf into her bag, but it wasn't cooperating.

Prachi (muttering):

"Uff, yeh scarf toh jaise meri dushman ban gaya hai(Ugh, this scarf is acting like my enemy.)"

Ranbir, watching her struggle, stepped forward and tugged at the scarf playfully.

Ranbir:

"Dushman nahi, Prachi ji. Yeh scarf aapke liye itna possessive hai ki bag mein bhi nahi jaana chahta(Not your enemy, Prachi ji. This scarf is just so possessive of you that it doesn't even want to go into the bag!)"

Prachi swatted his hand away, but he kept pulling at the scarf.

Prachi (huffing):

"Ranbir ji, haath hataiye! Aapki madad ki zarurat nahi hai(Ranbir ji, move your hand! I don't need your help.)"

Ranbir (grinning):

"Madad? Main toh bas scarf ko samjha raha hoon ki woh tumse door jaane ke liye ready ho jaye(Help? I'm just convincing the scarf to get ready to be away from you.)"

Prachi gave him a sharp look but couldn't stop herself from laughing.

After the nok-jhok, they finally finished packing. Ranbir leaned against the door, watching Prachi zip up her bag.

Ranbir (teasing):

"Toh Prachi ji, aapke bag mein duniya bhar ki cheezein hain, lekin kya mere liye ek smile hai(So Prachi ji, your bag has everything in the world, but is there a smile in it for me?)"

Prachi blushed but quickly retorted,

"Smile tab milegi jab aap apna bag pack karenge(You'll get a smile when you pack your own bag.)"

Ranbir grinned, watching her walk out of the room with her bag, and murmured to himself,

"Smile toh mili, Prachi ji. Bas aap notice nahi karti(I got the smile, Prachi ji. You just don't notice it.)"

Esha: Awww! 😍