The first light of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as Milind Kaushik stirred awake. With a quiet determination, he rose from his bed, his muscles already anticipating the day ahead. He first touched the ground as a symbol of his prayers to Dharti mata. As he stretched, the faint sound of birdsong filled the room, a soothing melody to accompany the start of a new day.

Turning next to him, Milind gently shook his daughter, Kuhu, awake. "Kuhu beta uth jaa chaal," he whispered softly. "Kuhu uth chaal."

Kuhu blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she slowly emerged from her dreams. "Papa, Mujhe sone do na ," she murmured, her voice tinged with drowsiness.

Milind chuckled, tousling her hair affectionately. "Nahi beta uthna hai, Maine sikhaya hai na, jo sone hai vo khove hai, jo jaage hai vo paave hai" he reminded her, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Papa" Kuhu cried rubbing her eyes as she didn't want to wake up it was just 6 in the morning and her father had woken up her so early.

Reluctantly, Kuhu dragged herself out of bed, her pajamas wrinkled from sleep. Milind grinned, pulling her into a warm hug before leading her to the living room, where a yoga mat lay waiting.

As they settled onto the mat, Milind guided Kuhu through a series of gentle stretches and exercises, his movements fluid and graceful.
As the soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the window, Milind guided Kuhu through a series of yoga poses, his movements deliberate and precise.

Milind gently guided Kuhu through each yoga pose, his voice calm and encouraging as they flowed from one position to the next. Despite his patient instruction, Kuhu's reluctance was evident in her hesitant movements and occasional sighs.

"Papa, kal karenge na kal ?" Kuhu pleaded, her small frame wobbling as she attempted to hold a difficult pose.

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Milind smiled, his eyes warm with understanding. "Kuhu beta aise nahi kar beta bas thoda sa aur," he encouraged, his voice gentle but firm.

Reluctantly, Kuhu obeyed, her brow furrowed in concentration as she struggled to maintain her balance. With each pose, her frustration grew, her dislike for yoga becoming more apparent with each passing minute.

As they moved on to pranayama and Surya Namaskars, Kuhu's protests grew louder, her reluctance to participate evident in her pouting lips and crossed arms. Yet, despite her resistance, Milind remained patient and unwavering in his determination to guide her through the practice.

Finally, as they completed the last Surya Namaskar, Kuhu collapsed onto the mat, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Milind knelt beside her, a proud smile gracing his lips as he gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

"Bahot achhe, Kuhu," he praised, his voice filled with pride. "Ye hui na mhari Sayani beti jaisi baat."

As Milind enthusiastically guided Kuhu through another round of exercises, Aaradhna couldn't help but roll her eyes, a sarcastic comment poised on the tip of her tongue.

"Waah kya nazara hai mere patidev, meri beti ko unke bhai ya behen ka chhota version banane mein lage hue hain"?" Aaradhna remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she watched Milind's determined efforts to toughen up their daughter.

She shook her head, a wry smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Kyuki har ladki ka sapna hi ye hota hai ki vo ek din apne chacha , apne papa jaisi hrisht pusht bane nahi?," she added, her voice laced with irony.

Milind glanced over at Aaradhna, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he paused in his instruction. "Arey bhai, main toh keval itna chahun hun ki mhaari chhori Nitya aur Jay ki tarah khud ki body ko strong banaye, musibat aane par ladna jaan sake, ab isme bura ke hai?," he protested, his voice earnest.

Aaradhna raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Haan kyun nahi, wrestling karegi, aise kasrat karegi tabhi toh ye sab seekh paegi," she quipped, her sarcasm cutting through the air like a knife.

Milind chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Achha thik se samajh gaya main," he conceded, his tone light. "Par kasrat karne mein ke burai hai, aaj kal toh filam ki heroine bhi karein hain kasrat?"

As Nitya entered the room, her hair damp with sweat from her intense workout, she caught sight of Milind and Aaradhna engaged in their familiar banter. With a knowing smile, she made her way over to them, her presence radiating strength and determination.

"Kis baat pe charcha ho rahi hai ?" Nitya asked, a playful glint in her eyes as she joined them on the mat.

Milind grinned, gesturing towards Kuhu, who was attempting to mimic her father's yoga poses with varying degrees of success. "Hamari Rajkumari ne buland banane pe behes chhidi hai Nitya," he explained, his tone light.

Aaradhna sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Haan Rajkumariyan aakhir aise hi toh banti hain," she remarked, her sarcasm evident.

Nitya chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Isme galat kya hai bhabhi? Ladkiyon ko toh hona hi chahiye , strong," she interjected, her voice firm but gentle. "Bilkul apni tarah banaungi isay toh main."

Aaradhna raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Hey Bhagwan! Ek toh karela upar se neem chadha, yahi sab likha hai meri bachhi ke bhaag mein" she countered, her gaze shifting between her husband and sister-in-law.

As Aisha entered the living room, her hair gleaming as she combed it, she caught wind of the ongoing debate between her sister-in-law, Aaradhna, and her brother, Milind, with Nitya adding her perspective. With a bemused smile, she joined the conversation, her voice gentle but firm.

"Phir behes shuru ho gai," Aisha remarked, her tone lighthearted as she settled into the conversation. "Par bhabhi main na aapke saath hun. Nitya didi toh sabko apni tarah mardani banana chahti hain," she commented, her words measured but sincere.

Nitya raised an eyebrow, her expression surprised. "Mardani?" she echoed, her voice tinged with amusement. "Ab isme mardani wali baat kya hai?, hamari Kuhu strong banegi isme galat kya hai?"

Aisha nodded, conceding the point. "Thik hai" she admitted. "Banaiye strong usay, par bechari bachhi pe rehem to khaiye."

Milind chuckled, his gaze shifting between his wife and sister. "Aisha, ab ismein galat ke hai? Main apni bachhi ne thoda rough tough bana raha hun," he protested, his tone earnest.

Aisha sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "Rough tough banane mein aur ghar ko akhada banane mein fark hota hai na ," she countered, her voice gentle but firm. "

Aaradhna nodded in agreement with Aisha's perspective, her sarcasm evident as she glanced around the room. "Ekdam sahi baat keh rahi hai Aisha, Teeno bhai behno ne milke ghar ko akhada hi bana diya hai, bas ek meri bachhi Aisha hi hai, jismein ladkiyon ke kuch toh lakshan hain, Varna bechari Nitya ko toh tumne mardana bana hi diya hai" she quipped, her tone dry.

Milind chuckled, his gaze shifting between his wife and sister. "Aaradhna, tu dekhna mhaari Nitya ek din mhara naam roshan karegi ," he protested, his voice lighthearted. "Aur dekhna ek na ek din ye vo medal jaroor jeetke laavegi jiski isne chaah hai, aur phir tu hi hogi jo iski taareef karte thakegi na ."

Aaradhna rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Haan haan " she remarked, her sarcasm tinged with amusement. "Main bhi toh usi din ka intezar kar rahi hun."

Aaradhna approached Nitya with a gentle smile, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Nitya, bachha, tu thode ladkiyon jaise lakshan kyun nahi apanati bete kitni pyaari lagti hai tu, thoda aur ladkiyon jaise taiyyar hua kar"she began, her tone soft and loving.

Nitya shook her head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Sorry, Bhabhi, par ye sab mere bas ki baat nahi hai," she replied, her voice resolute. "Mujhse vo sab makeup vagereh ye sab nahi hota, mere liye toh meri kasrat achhi aur meri kushti achhi."

Aaradhna sighed, her expression tinged with disappointment. "Par Nitya, thoda bahot ladkiyon jaise rahegi toh kya bigad jayega? Achhi hi lagegi na? ," she insisted, her voice earnest.

Nitya shook her head, her determination unwavering. Na Bhabhi mujhse toh nahi hoga, main toh apni kushti mein hi khush hun ," she explained, her tone gentle but firm. "Jaisi hun vaisi achhi hun ."

Aisha chuckled playfully, interjecting with a teasing comment. "Lagta hai bhabhi, didi ko toh na jab koi ladka apne prem se charon khaane chitt kar dega tabhi ye sudhrengi ," she quipped, her tone light and mischievous.

Nitya rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Aisha's playful remark. "Oh, please," she retorted, her voice tinged with amusement. "Main na aisi hi thik hun"

The room erupted in laughter at Aisha's witty comment, the playful banter serving as a lighthearted reminder of the bond that held them together as family.

As the distant sound of Jay's car reached their ears, Nitya's excitement bubbled to the surface, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. Without hesitation, she leaped to her feet, her eagerness palpable as she made her way to the door.

Aisha, sensing the excitement in the air, moved to follow Nitya outside to greet Jay. However, before she could take a step, Nitya turned to her with a playful grin, holding up a hand to stop her.

"Sorry, Aisha," Nitya said, her tone teasing but firm. "Main badi hun na, sirf main milungi bhaiya se"

Aisha laughed, shaking her head in amusement at Nitya's playful antics. "Jaanti hun jaanti hun, Jay bhaiya pe copyright jo hai aapka" she conceded, her voice filled with affection. "Jao jao, kahin, kahin aur na chale jayen bhaiya ."

With a gleeful nod, Nitya dashed outside to meet Jay, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of seeing her brother again

As Nitya rushed outside to greet Jay, her usual confident demeanor softened, her heart filled with warmth at the sight of her beloved brother. Jay's eyes lit up with affection as he embraced her, his arms wrapping around her in a tight hug.

"Nitya, mhari sundar laado," Jay exclaimed, his voice filled with love and admiration. "Aaj toh aur bhi pyaari laage hai ."

Nitya couldn't help but blush at her brother's compliment, a shy smile gracing her lips. In Jay's presence, she felt a sense of ease and comfort, allowing herself to bask in the warmth of his affection.

Jay gently ruffled her hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Jaanti hai Maine kitna yaad kiya tujhe, Nitya," he confessed, his voice soft with emotion.

Nitya's heart swelled with love for her brother, her usual tough exterior melting away in his presence. She allowed herself to be pampered by him, reveling in the rare opportunity to embrace her feminine side.

As Kuhu caught sight of Jay, her eyes lit up with excitement, her little feet pattering eagerly towards him. "Jay Chachu, Jay Chachu!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anticipation.

Jay scooped Kuhu up into his arms with a playful grin, lifting her high into the air as she squealed with delight. "Mhari rani gudiya hai ya toh," he teased, his voice filled with affection.

Kuhu giggled happily, snuggling into Jay's embrace as he regaled her with amusing stories of his adventures in Singapore. With each tale, her eyes widened with wonder, hanging onto his every word with rapt attention.

"Aur phir, Kuhu, pata hai ke hua ?" Jay continued, his voice animated with excitement. "Mhaare ko mhaari Kuhu bitiya ke liye khoob saari chocolate mili !"

Kuhu's eyes sparkled with delight at the mention of chocolates, her excitement reaching a fever pitch. "Sach mein , Chachu? Mere liye?" she exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy.

With a playful wink, Jay reached into his pocket, producing a small bag of chocolates and handing them to Kuhu with a flourish. "Haan haan bilkul," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Mhari pyari Rajkumari ke liye ."

As Kuhu eagerly tore into the chocolates, her laughter filled the air, mingling with the warmth of Jay's affection and the joy of their reunion. And as they shared in the simple pleasure of indulging in sweet treats and cherished moments together.