32. Janam din mubarak, meri jaan.

An: I've changed Adi's job recruiter from Microsoft to GameScape. Since Microsoft is an actual establishment, I didn't find it fair to use the name. Think of GameScape having the same reputation as Sony or Tencent something.

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My surprise was nothing extravagant, to be honest. I just needed her all for myself and so I made the arrangement, more so for my convenience.

Digging a deeper hole into my savings account, I had pre-booked a room in a seven stars hotel. The staff was on board with me for the occasion, reassuring me they'll get the things done for the birthday night. Of course, I had to pay them extra for the service.

I have a habit of spending money without much thought. It was Mercedes that really kept me on the edge for most of the part. It still did, but when it comes to her, I wanted to give her all that she may think she missed out on after choosing me to marry. I may not be as rich as the lads out there, but I am doing what I can and I just hope she likes it. Thankfully, the money I cancelled on her bracelet was reinvested in the room. It was eighteen thousand rupees per night stay, along with a few extra bucks for the birthday arrangement.

I used to laugh at boys in my college that spent money like a drain on their girlfriends. Why would you spend your money on someone who's very well old enough to fund themselves? You're not in a relationship, you're just babysitting an adult.

But alright, now I get it. It's not about the money, totally not. It's about feeling enough for them by doing enough for them. I like it when I buy stuff for her. Or do things for her, like driving for an instance. Something that I'm doing right now.

"I had the best day today," she chimed softly.

"Really?" I smiled, my question rhetoric.

She nodded. "I don't remember the time I had so much fun, did things that normal people do. Having dinner out, not for professional reasons, go shopping, just drive around. Not going to lie, things that you make me do without a purpose are pretty fun."

I chuckled. "Good. You're learning."

"When was the last time you were so happy?" She asked me.

"Uhm," I pondered hard, then a memory struck, and although happy, what followed it was depressing as fuck. "Our wedding day?" I forced playfulness in my tone.

She snorted. "You're just being flattering now. I want an honest answer!"

"Why do you think I'm not being honest?" I cocked a brow at her. Our wedding day might have not been the first answer to pop into my head hearing the question, but it followed closely enough. "Whether you believe it or not, marrying you is like a dream come true for me," I added shamelessly.

"Aditya!" She blushed under my amused gaze, shying away to look outside the window.

I guffawed.

"Accha mazak band, bataiye na! (Alright, quit joking. Tell me!)" She insisted. Stubborn.

"You already know I got my degree from one of the prestigious engineering colleges," she nodded. "So during campus recruitment, I had managed to bag the highest paying job out there."

"How much?" She asked curiously, turning on her seat to fully focus on me.

"45LPA," I answered.

She gasped, with all flair and dramatics, like wide eyes and hands flying to mouth.

I laughed at her reaction. "The actual CTC was around 18 something. Don't act so shocked."

"Yes, but there's bonuses, stocks, and all that jazz! So you were not losing anything!" She justified. "Why did you turn it down?"

I looked at her like she was stupid. "Why would I turn down an amazing offer?"

"So you did not?" I shook my head. "Then what went wrong? How did you land in GameScape?"

"How else?" I sighed. "I had a backlog."

She stared at me in disbelief.

"It's over and done with. Chill out." I chuckled, brushing off the memory like it was nothing.

"How? I mean, you are smart."

I shrugged. "The university changed the schedule two weeks before the main exam. I only noticed the first two subjects were swapped. I don't know how I fucked it up but I didn't realise it was the same case with the last two."

"Oh, don't tell me you studied for the exam that was on the last day instead of the one that was third?"

"I did exactly that," I nodded, embarrassed out of my wits. "Imagine my shock when on the night before my exam, I opened WhatsApp and saw kids from my class discussing the topics of the subject I thought was on the last day." I shook my head.

"It must have been horrible."

I nodded. "It was. I panicked and was stressed, and it was not a good night. I had a high fever, loose motions," I cringed. "No surprise I failed. The next four months were nothing less than horrible. I went back to being zero. Spent my days holed up in my room dragging the weight of the backlog. I was told to return the certificate of the best student of the year considering I no longer deserved it. It was so humiliating. The job offer was gone too. Some other guy that was shortlisted with me but didn't make it to the end got it. Good for him." I smiled without mirth. "I think that's when Mom and Dad realised just how mentally weak I was. Those four months, until I could retake my exam, felt degrading. Like I was being constantly shamed. I kept thinking about the what-ifs. If only I had a friend to talk to about the college stuff, or if I was a little more careful, or anything that would have saved me from making that stupid mistake. One silly confusion and I lost it all." I breathed out softly. "But it's in the past now," I shot her a smile.

"It still hurts," she noticed.

I licked my dry lips, ignoring her words. What hurts is the chance I missed to prove myself, not to the world or anyone else, but to myself. That I didn't need anyone to get me where I am. That I'm not just the fidgety boy who stutters on the stage, who does all the work and lets someone else take credit for it, but who's confident and can do things on his own.

Except, I wasn't.

It was proved when I made that silly mistake. Who does that? I was careless and I paid the price.

She didn't speak up for the rest of the drive, dozed off in her own chain of thoughts, hopefully none of them included me. But who was I kidding? I knew whatever she was thinking, was about me.

Probably, something along the lines of, oh how pitiful.

Or, why would he be so careless?

Or maybe, what a missed opportunity. So immature of him.

She didn't need to say it. That's all I heard around me. From my relatives, professors, and classmates. Sometimes even my parents. It wasn't their fault. I was pissed at myself too. And to be honest, if someone else had done the same mistake, I would have thought something similar to what others thought of me. Unless and until you step into the shoes, you don't realise how unfit they are and how hard it is to walk around with them.

I backed the car into its usual parking spot. Cutting off the engine, I got out while she grabbed the shopping bags from the backseat. I offered to hold a few before we made our way to the elevator.

Everyone was already asleep when we entered the house. Priya stopped me from turning on the lights in the living room, whispering all we had to do is step out of the shoes and head to our room. So we did.

I changed first while she stuffed the things in the cupboard. She entered the bathroom after me. Putting my glasses on the nightstand, I stifled a yawn and slid inside the duvet on my side of the bed. I had almost dozed off when I felt Priya's fingers gently trail on my back.

That was a signal.

Turning on my other side, so I was facing her, I beckoned her closer. She immediately crawled closer, burying her face in my chest with her arms wrapped around my torso. Her hand lingered on my back, drawing mindless patterns that felt so relaxing and soothing.

"Aditya," she called out meekly.

I hummed, too exhausted to form a coherent reply.

She said something but I couldn't focus. Fogged by sleep, I fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, Tweety woke me up before my wife's noisy hair dryer could. I sat up groggily, yawning through tears that had bunched up at the corner of my eyes. Cleaning them with the back of the heel of my palm, I sniffed in the cold morning, wrapping the blanket closer while Tweety came and sat on my knee.

"Hi," I whispered.

She stopped ruffling her feathers, regarding me with her beady eyes.

My gaze ran across the room in search of Priya. "Did you see my wife?"

She went back to grooming herself.

I rolled my eyes at her obvious ignorance. "So haughty and for what?"

She began chirping.

I winced at the harsh noise, shushing her with my finger pressed on my mouth. She didn't stop, but then the bathroom door opened, catching our attention.

My breath hitched at the sight.

Priya stepped out draped in a light peach saree, drying her hair with a towel. I loved the fabric of this one, it was thin, slightly see-through, and clung to her curves like a second skin. She caught my eyes, shot me a smile, said a sweet little good morning, and tossed her hair to the other side, continuing to dry her hair. I swallowed.

Surprisingly, Tweety had stopped to watch her too, her head tilted to the side.

"Didn't you wash your hair yesterday?" I asked, just to get my eyes off her waist. Anything to distract me.

She tossed her hair to the other side, giving me all of her attention. I was more focused on her neck, it was wet, with a few droplets sliding down the skin.

"Yeah," she smiled sheepishly. "But it's my birthday tomorrow. I didn't want greasy hair look." She shrugged.

"You could have washed them tomorrow?"

"That would have made my hair frizzy!" She reasoned.

Alright, whatever logic that implies.

"Okay," I said, dropping my knee. Tweety flew up to sit on the edge of the bed, still focused on Priya.

"Hey, there little girl," Priya bent to her level, giving me a full fucking view of her cleavage. I forced myself to look away. But a split second later, looked back at her. She was cooing and crooning at the bird while I ogled at her chest, feeling the tightness in my pants increase with every passing second. My mild asthma was soon going to pass through the roof.

She clasped her hands in front, causing her chest to swell up more. Is she doing this on purpose? Isn't she aware of the effect she has on me?

I shifted in my place, subtly adjusting the discomfort growing in my pants.

Priya's locks fell forward, wet to the ends, doing a pathetic job at hiding her cleavage, but still trying their best. I stifled a groan when she tossed them behind her shoulder, still smiling at the bird.

Throwing the comforter off my legs, because I was beginning to heat up like a fucking bread in a toaster, I stormed inside the bathroom for a cold shower.

The effects of the cold shower lasted only until I got out of the bathroom. My eyes latched onto her back while she was folding the dry clothes and I almost groaned out aloud. I had never sexualised someone so much. Never. Not even the fictional characters. But this woman just has to wear a saree, look sexy and act all fucking clueless about it, that's enough to turn me on to the highest notch.

Maybe just a little?

Nothing to the extent of crossing all the limits, but a touch? A kiss? Something to stop the burning desire in my body.

I tossed the towel on the couch, approaching her nervously, too clouded with the thoughts of her body to actually think about what I was doing. My arms wrapped around her waist on their own accord, startling her, before she slowly settled down.

"Aditya?" She questioned breathlessly.

My hand stretched and expanded over her navel, gently rubbing the soft skin as I slowly pulled her even closer, completely pasting her back to my front. She sighed, the back of her head helplessly falling against my chest. I kneaded the flesh of her stomach, loving how it wasn't completely flat, but just enough for me to squeeze and fondle it. My hands crept up slowly, fingers fiddling with the hem of her blouse, threatening to cross the safe threshold.

She suddenly turned around in my arms, her cheeks flushed and eyes hooded. I looked down at her lips and dove in, driven by impulse and desperation. She turned her head at the last moment, causing my lips to land on her cheek instead.

Overcome by the humiliation of rejection, I pulled away instantly. "So-Sorry. I- I thought you were ready-"

"I am!" She looked at me desperately, something akin to guilt triumphing on her face. "I just- it's my- it's my birthday tomorrow." She murmured, pressing her face against my chest. My brows furrowed in confusion. "I've never wanted something so badly before. It's like the most awaited gift." She garbled, incoherent to the point I thought she had lost the connection from the brain to the mouth. But with a little bit of concentration, I got it, and couldn't help but grin.

So she wants a birthday kiss?

Cupping her neck, I tilted her head up so our eyes could meet. She swallowed audibly. "You do?" My thumb traced the underline of her bottom lip. It was so puckered and full, I couldn't wait to taste it.

She nodded, her actions restrained by my hold.

"Let's keep it for tomorrow then," I said, backing her up until the bed end, where she hit the edge with the back of her knees and fell on the sheets with a gasp, uncomfortably on the pile of neatly folded clothes. I leaned in, slowly crawling on top of her until we were face to face.

"My clothes!" She exclaimed when I brushed them aside carelessly.

"Priya, I'm trying to be romantic here." I deadpanned. "Will you be a little considerate?"

She looked at me, then at the clothes, and then back at me. "I wasted ten minutes to fold them." She mourned.

I sighed and got off her. "Accha, sorry sorry sorry!" She grabbed my arm and repositioned me back on top of her. "Continue, continue!" She encouraged, lying beneath me like a well-trained muse. I couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you laughing?"

"You're acting like we're doing some kind of school project." I rolled my eyes, getting off and sitting beside her. She huffed, fixing her saree as she got up too.

"I just meant continue in the literal sense. Do whatever you were doing!" She stood up to collect the strewn clothes.

"And what was I doing?" I leaned to the side, shoving my face right in the line of her sight. She shoved me on the shoulder, pushing me aside to put the folded shirt on top of the bunch.

"How would I know?" She shrugged, unwilling to meet my eyes.

"What do you think I was going to do?" I continued.

She shrugged again.

"What did you want me to do?" I reframed.

She paused for a moment, looked at me, then resumed the task without another glance towards me.

I chuckled and fell back, my arms folded beneath my head.

Priya blushed, holding back a smile of her own. I watched her finish the mundane little things, like fixing the sheets, dusting the flat surfaces, rearranging the dressing table, clean the washbasin. A smile pulled at the corner of my lips. She was doing everything so naturally, not looking like she was inclined to do it, but rather as if she belongs here.

I did not go out of the room for the rest of the day. I didn't want to face Meghna. She was taking the family to her boyfriend's house tonight, for the official meeting. I wasn't invited so I didn't need the awkward encounters either.

Wordlessly, Priya brought the lunch to our room. And not only mine but hers too. We had the food while watching Hum Saath Saath Hai. During the whole movie, I noticed how attentive she would get whenever young Saif occupied the frame. Someone's got a crush.

"I thought you'll like him," I said, pointing to the character played by Salman Khan. He is just the women's type. Quiet, aristocratic, mature. But instead, she was more focused on Saif Ali Khan.

Priya blushed, her gaze shifting from the screen to me. "He is so much like you." She said, referring to Saif's character.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

She nodded. "He smiles just like you, sans the dimples."

"Really?" My brows shot up straight.

She nodded shyly, looking back at the screen.

For the rest of the film, I watched young Saif keenly, trying to look for the similarities Priya claimed we have. I never thought there would come a day when I'll be compared with such a handsome man, but miracles exist.

The end of the movie marked the end of our lunch. Priya collected our plates and headed outside. I had got myself comfortable on the couch with a book by the time she returned from the kitchen. Releasing the tucked pallu from her underskirt, her usual habit whenever she is done with the household chores, she pulled herself a chair and sat down at the desk. At this point, it belongs to her. In my twenty-five years of existence I haven't used it as much as she did in a month.

We got busy doing our own things, which for her meant work, and for me, reading.

It was in the middle of the afternoon that I had gotten up to relieve myself in the washroom when there was a knock on the door. I wiped my hands on my sweats and approached the door.

Mom stood outside with a tentative smile.

I opened the door, letting her in. Priya turned on her chair, getting up like a soldier on command. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" She asked softly.

"No," I shook my head. "I was just reading."

"And I was just getting some extra office work done," Priya answered.

Mom nodded. "Tujhse kuch baat karni thi. (I needed to talk to you.)" She looked up at me.

I hope it's nothing about Meghna. I didn't want to involve myself in her shit anymore.

"What is it?" I queried.

She hesitated, and Priya got the gist.

"Mujhe pyaas lagi hai, excuse me. (I need a glass of water, excuse me.)" She muttered, which was followed by her exit out of the room.

Mom grabbed my hand and led me to sit on the couch. I obliged half-heartedly. She took my hand in hers, caressing the back of it softly. "Are you still angry?"

I shook my head.

She smiled in relief. "How was lunch? I made your favourite Kaju Curry."

"It was nice."

"We were preparing lunch and I mindlessly blurted out that you love Kaju Curry. Guess what happened next?" She grinned teasingly. "Your wife hovered around me like a well-behaved pupil, probably mentally noting down all the ingredients and their quantity." She shook her head in amusement.

I chuckled.

"She's so vigilant regarding things that concern you. Normally she doesn't approach me, maybe I've scared her with my rude behaviour, but that day after the night you were sick?" She reminded me and I nodded in response. "She asked me the possible signs you show when stressed. I was so touched." She smiled. "We all really had a very negative perception about her. I'm so glad she proved us wrong."

I'm so happy she did. She is nothing like the mental image she has put in people's heads about her. And to be honest, even my family doesn't know her real self yet. Pity, really. But my possessive self liked it.

"I wanted to talk to you about Meghna," mom came to the main point. The smile was wiped off my face immediately. I attempted to pull back my hand. Mom didn't let me. "She wants you to come along for the dinner tonight. She looked like she was sorry for whatever happened between you. This morning she came to the kitchen when I was making breakfast and quietly began helping me."

So unlike her.

"I was surprised at first but then she slowly probed around the subject. She wants you there, Adi. Forgive her for what she said in anger. You know she didn't mean it." Mom looked up at me desperately. "And also, it doesn't look right for you to be absent on such an important day of your sister's life. She genuinely likes that boy."

I sighed.

"What must be Priya thinking? That there's not enough love between the siblings to forget a few indifferences between each other?" Mom lamented.

I looked away from her.

"Please come with us tonight," Mom requested.

I placed my hand on top of her, caressing it gently. "Okay," I said, defeated.

She quickly hugged me, smothering my cheeks with pecks and rubbing my back softly. "My beautiful boy," she crooned, kissing my forehead. "Wear something nice." She ruffled my hair before heading out of the room.

I dragged a tired hand down my face.

Priya entered not moments later and quickly occupied the spot beside me.

"What happened?" She inquired worriedly.

"We're going with them tonight."

She frowned.

"To Rithik's house," I answered.

Her frown deepened.

"Rithik? Meghna's boyfriend."

She slapped her forehead. "You mean Pratik!?"

"Whatever," I shrugged, wounding my arms around her waist and nestling my face in the crook of her neck. She stiffened, relaxing a few seconds later. "I don't want to go."

She didn't answer. I had hoped she'll say, then don't. But that's not her.

"Do you have something in white?" I pulled away to look at her.

"Saree?"

"Anything," I tucked the loose strands behind her ear.

"Hmm, let me think," she pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Oh, I do! Wait, I'll show you!" She slithered out of my arms, making a beeline towards the cupboard. A few seconds of shuffling later, she pulled out a white dress and unfolded it completely. "This Anarkali suit! I love the dupatta because it has this mirror work and it's super soft! What do you think?" She held it up to her chest.

"Perfect." I smiled.

She beamed at my answer. "Why do you ask though?"

"Wear it tonight," I said.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. "Then you wear that black suit. The one I bought you."

I hummed.

She looked excited for the evening, unlike me.

When the time came for us to get ready, to my surprise, Priya got ready first. She came out of the bathroom wearing the pretty dress, smiling widely at me. I complimented she looked beautiful. "Now you go!"

"Huh?"

"Go get ready!" She insisted impatiently.

I frowned. I didn't know a family outing together will get her so excited. Shrugging, I grabbed the suit she had already set out for me and entered the bathroom.

The first time I wore this suit, I was surprised at how much of difference clothes can bring in your looks when you wear the ones that are solely stitched for you by a high-end brand and the ones you buy off the market based on standard sizes. It fit me perfectly as the one models wear. The grey suit we recently bought had nothing on this one and to think she paid twelve thousand for it. I don't even want to think how much this one cost her. It didn't have a tie, so I just left my first two buttons open and left the bathroom.

Priya was seated on the edge of the bed, tapping her feet impatiently while scrolling through her phone. The moment I stepped out, her head snapped in my direction. I tugged at the cufflinks self-consciously, aware of the fact that she likes black on me, and so it was on me to make it look good.

I walked to the dressing table, and her eyes followed me quickly. So devoted.

I used hair wax to fix my dark locks and then combed them back. Using the expensive French cologne, I was ready for the evening.

Priya still had her eyes on me.

"Shall we?"

She nodded coyly, getting up before slowly approaching me. I turned to walk out, held back by her hand on my arm. I looked at her over my shoulder. "Car keys," she held out to me.

I pocketed them. "Let's go,"

We left the room together. Meghna was already in the living room along with my brother and dad, only mom was missing. She looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of me. "Damn, you clean up nice-" she stopped abruptly, probably remembering we were still on bad terms with each other. Her words caught the attention of the other two and they looked at me.

"Adi?" Dad looked up and down at me in visible astonishment.

"Adi!?" Mom announced her presence before she rushed up to me, standing at an arm's length and gawking at me up and down. "You look so handsome, darling." She quickly swiped her Kajal and put a dot behind my ear. "Kisi ki nazar na lage mere heere ko! (No one shall cast an evil eye to my diamond like son!)" She cracked her knuckles.

Seriously?

Did I really look that good in a custom suit? I would have bought a thousand more for many such reactions only if I could afford them.

My eyes moved to Priya and to my amusement, she looked proud. Like she had personally stitched the suit and all. I stopped myself from laughing.

"It's my day na! Compliment me as well!" Meghna whined like a kid.

Bhai and I rolled our eyes.

"You're looking like a princess, sweetheart!" Mom cooed at her, doing the same for her.

Finally, we left the house, heading to the parking lot. I was thankful to have Priya's car to drive us around and about. God forbid what would have happened had we needed to share a car with Bhai and Meghna.

"Adi?" We encountered Pari on our way to the car. Hers was parked just beside Priya's Range Rover. She walked up to me, openly checking me out. I blushed, shifting on my feet at the attention I was receiving from everyone. For fucks sake even the kids in the compound gave me a second glance. "Wow, you- you look- I'm speechless!" She chuckled in awe, looking at me in wonder before her eyes shifted to Priya and the smile on her face faded a little bit. She cleared her throat. "Going out somewhere?" She asked me.

"Yeah, with family," I answered.

"Alright, I won't take too much of your time. Have a great evening! Bye." She waved, so I waved in return.

I pressed on the key fob and Priya sat in first, slamming the door shut. I walked to the driver's side, getting in as well. Typing the address on the Google map, I let Bhai take the lead while I drove behind. I wasn't that excited to socialize with complete strangers. Priya's excitement had died down too it seems. She was quiet for most of the part.

The three BHK apartment was in a locality similar to Priya's. We parked the car in the parking lot and got out, closely following Meghna as she took the lead. She looked like a nervous wreck but seem to be putting on a tough front.

The front door was opened by Pratik, a tall and lanky guy, with a bit of a muscle and a face to make him get through his college life with ease and natural attention. But he looked a pretty decent guy.

"Namaste," he greeted all of us. His eyes when met mine, lingered for a while. Was he killing me in his head? It's a possibility. I did out him to my family, framing him like a predator.

We entered the house. Thankfully, it was warm inside. Must be those fancy central heater kinds of things. His parents were in the living room. They didn't look too excited to have us over but masked it well with a professional smile.

It was when Bhai introduced himself did they get a little comfortable. And when Priya's introduction was over with, boy did they reciprocate a chameleon, changing colors like Meghna changes her mood on her periods. It was like they finally think of us on their level.

"A family of entrepreneurs, I see." Pratik's dad, Mr. Katyal nodded, his tone hinting appreciation.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. My dad was a well-renowned lawyer in his time and still is, to be honest. He just leans more on the side of justice and law than money, hence why he lived a pretty decent life. Mom also works for charities and NGOs that fund women having experiences similar to her. And Meghna might not have a job, but she earns enough to keep her head afloat in this money-oriented world.

"And what do you do?" He asked me, his eyes taking in my looks with approval.

"I work at GameScape," I answered.

"As a?"

"Senior Back-end developer."

"Sounds fancy," Pratik's mother commented with a shrug.

I wanted to scrunch my face at their attitude so bad. What is this family?

Pratik looked embarrassed and disappointed. Maybe he was not a red flag that I thought of him. Fuck, I feel bad.

The dinner at their house was a tense event. Nobody talked about Pratik's and Meghna's relationship. His father was more into Bhai's and Priya's business and his mother was busy scrolling through her phone. Every time mom initiated a conversation, she shunned it with a casual hum.

We left at around ten forty-five. Pratik saw us out and genuinely apologized on his parents' behalf.

"Maybe you can come to our house for dinner sometime?" Mom smiled at him.

"I'd love that, Aunty. Thank you so much." He said sincerely.

We left the place and got back home.

"I'll change first," I said when we made it to our room.

"Don't!" Priya grabbed my hand, shaking her head at me. "It's already eleven-thirty. Keep it on until twelve please." She insisted.

I swallowed at what she was insinuating. It's her birthday. And that meant a kiss.

God, I was so into the idea this morning. Now my confidence was swept under the rug.

I nodded.

So here we were, fumbling around the room awkwardly, anticipating twelve o clock, while trying not to make it obvious but still making it painfully obvious. We were really hopeless.

The time finally came. It was a minute before twelve and we were on the bed, facing each other.

I leaned in first, tilting my head to the right. She did the same.

We pulled back abruptly, subconsciously choosing the other side and repeating the same mistake. I hesitated with my hands, she shakily held them, guiding them to cup her cheeks. I mentally thanked her. Our bodies strained in sync, lips reaching out to each other, eyes fluttering close.

Her phone rang, breaking us apart with a spring. As if in the queue, there was a knock on the door. We both looked at each other, trying to make sense of everything happening at once. She reached out to take the phone while I got off the bed, opening the door to the widely smiling faces of my family.

"Happy Birthday, Priya!"

They were about to kiss! 😭 It was about to happen!

No worries, better luck next time.

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