"Fuck fuck fuck!" Aditi blurted out in frustration as an entire packet of sugar accidentally tumbled into her meticulously prepared macaron batter. From the background, a soft chuckle escaped Shubman's lips.

"Give me that," Shubman said soothingly, his voice calm and reassuring as he carefully took the bowl from her hands. With a deft touch, he began to gingerly incorporate the excess sugar into the mixture, his concentration unwavering.

Aditi stood by, her frustration transforming into a slight pout, her mind racing with thoughts. These past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions-juggling visits to the hospital, ensuring everything was in order at home, and now, attempting to create a heartfelt surprise for her father's return.

Today was meant to be special-a celebration of her father's recovery, a showcase of her newly rediscovered passion for dance at her mother's academy. She had yearned to share these joys with her father, to see his smile and hear his laughter once more.

Despite her initial reluctance to accept Shubman's help, she found solace in his presence. He was not just lending a hand in the kitchen; he was supporting her through a moment of vulnerability and unpredictability.

As Shubman deftly corrected the batter, Aditi took a deep breath, a mix of gratitude and determination swelling within her. Today's plans might have veered off course, but with Shubman by her side, perhaps they could still create something beautiful-both in the kitchen and in their hearts.

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Shubman's attention was divided between creating the perfect swirls of macaron filling and ensuring Aditi maintained her playful demeanor. With careful precision, he piped the creamy mixture onto the delicate shells while Aditi stood on her tiptoes behind him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Perfect!" Aditi exclaimed joyfully, her voice ringing out just as Shubman put the finishing touches on the first swirl. Startled by her sudden outburst, Shubman flinched slightly, causing a dollop of cream to land right on the tip of his nose.

The room filled with a momentary silence as Shubman slowly turned towards Aditi, who was already backing away with a mischievous glint in her eyes, trying to stifle her laughter. When their eyes met, a playful challenge passed between them, and Aditi burst into infectious giggles at the sight of Shubman's nose adorned with white cream.

"Oh, game on!" Shubman declared with a playful smirk, setting aside the baking utensils with a wink. He lunged after Aditi with a bright, eager smile, the sound of their laughter filling the once-quiet house with warmth and joy. "No, Shubman, no!" Aditi squealed playfully, dodging his advances with graceful spins and giggles.

The chase led them around the kitchen island and through the cozy living room, their laughter echoing off the walls like music. Finally, Shubman caught up to Aditi from behind, sweeping her up into his arms with a triumphant grin.

"Caught you!" Shubman proclaimed happily, his nose still leaving smudges of cream on Aditi's cheek. She responded with mock protests and gentle slaps on his arms, her laughter infectious and carefree.

"You're too good at this!" Aditi managed to say between giggles, her eyes twinkling with affection. Shubman chuckled softly, holding her close. "Only because I have the most amazing baking partner."

They stood together in the middle of the kitchen, catching their breaths as their laughter gradually subsided into contented smiles. Aditi reached up, playfully wiping the cream from Shubman's nose with her finger, earning a tender grin from him.

"You know," Shubman said softly, his gaze warm, "even with all the mess, this has been one of the best days." Aditi nodded, her heart swelling with happiness. "It really has been. And it's all because of you."

Their eyes locked, and in that quiet moment, amidst the scent of baking and their shared joy, they both knew that their love and laughter had turned their home into a sanctuary of warmth and affection-a place where every spilled sugar packet and playful chase only added to their happiness.

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And after what seemed like hours, their baking session came to an end, and the French biscuits were finally ready. "Merci beaucoup, Shubman," Aditi quipped with a grin, carefully placing the box of macarons into her tote bag. Shubman looked at her with a puzzled expression, which prompted her to pat his cheeks affectionately, earning a playful scoff from the slightly confused man. "Boast your French in France, not here," Shubman teased, his tone light and amused as he shook his head in mock disapproval.

Aditi chuckled, a sparkle in her eyes. "Well, excusez-moi for trying to add a little flair to our baking adventure." Shubman smiled warmly, reaching out to take her hand. "Flair or no flair, those macarons look amazing. Your dad is going to love them."

As they headed towards the door, Aditi squeezed his hand gratefully. "Thanks for everything today, Shubman. You turned what could have been a disaster into a memorable day." He squeezed her hand back gently. "It was my pleasure, Aditi. Any day spent with you is a good day."

They walked out into the early afternoon sun, their laughter and easy banter filling the air, carrying with them the warmth of their shared moments and the anticipation of surprising Aditi's father with the sweet treats they had created together.

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"Hey, Dad, I know I got these for you, but you're only allowed to have three," Aditi said, playfully snatching the box of sweets from her father's hands, earning a mock whine in response. "This isn't fair, beta!"

"So, I've got a little revelation for all of you," Aditi began, watching as three pairs of ears perked up with curiosity. "Are you leaving already?" her dad asked, a small frown creasing his forehead. "She probably burned the house down while cooking these," Sidhant chimed in playfully, only to receive a smack on the back of his head from his mother. "Chup nalaayak," she scolded him affectionately.

Aditi couldn't help but giggle. "I'm joining Nrityalay," she announced eagerly, drawing gasps and amusement from the men, and an encouraging applause from her mother. "I'm so proud of you, beta. Nrityalay awaits your presence, Diti," her mother exclaimed affectionately. "That's wonderful, beta. When are you starting?" her father added, beaming with pride.

"That's cool and all, but don't scare the kids away with your moves," Sidhant jabbed playfully, earning an eye-roll from Aditi as she flipped him off. "Thank you, Mumma and Dada. I'm going to visit the studio today itself," Aditi said gratefully, sharing her plans with them. "And FYI, Sid, it's definitely not me the kids are scared of. I heard they hate it when you visit," she added with a mischievous grin, teasing her brother.

Amidst the laughter and banter, Aditi felt a surge of happiness and support from her family. "You know, Dad, I think you'll love the macarons even more when I bring them after my dance class," she teased, winking at him. Her father chuckled. "As long as you bring them, I'll be the happiest person."

Sidhant, recovering from the playful jab, joined in with a grin. "I'll make sure to keep my scary dance moves away from Nrityalay." Aditi's mother hugged her proudly. "You're going to shine, beta. Nrityalay will be lucky to have you."

With hearts full of love and laughter echoing through their home, Aditi paused, looking at each of them with a warmth in her eyes. "Thank you all for believing in me. Today is just the beginning." Her father placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with pride. "You've always had our support, Diti. Now go show them what you're made of."

As Aditi headed towards the door, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. "I'll make you all proud, I promise," she said softly, a wide smile on her face as she left for her new adventure. In that moment, amidst the teasing and encouragement, their surrounding resonated with a sense of unity and unwavering support, a testament to the strength of their family bond and the joy they found in each other's successes.

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Aditi stepped into the dance studio, dressed in her favorite colored anarkali, a vibrant blend of turquoise and gold that accentuated her joyful demeanor. The familiar scent of incense and the sound of classical music welcomed her as she approached the front desk. Immediately, the staff recognized her with smiles of recognition.

"Aditi! We're so thrilled you're here," the receptionist exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and respect. Aditi returned their warm greetings with humility, shaking her head gently. "Please, no need to treat me differently. I'm just excited to be here with everyone."

The receptionist nodded enthusiastically, though her eyes still sparkled with admiration as she led Aditi towards the dance floor where a group of children and a few adults were gathered, their faces curious and expectant. "Everyone, this is Aditi. She's going to be joining us today," the receptionist announced, her tone filled with pride.

Aditi smiled warmly at the group, her presence calming and inviting. "Hello, everyone! I'm Aditi. It's wonderful to meet all of you." She reached into her tote bag, pulling out a bag of chocolates. "I brought a little treat for everyone," she said, handing chocolates to each child and even offering them to the adults present, her gesture fostering an immediate sense of camaraderie and warmth.

The children eagerly gathered around her, their eyes lighting up with curiosity and excitement. Aditi knelt down to their level, her smile gentle and encouraging. "Let's have some fun together, okay? We're going to learn some new moves and have a great time doing it!"

The children nodded eagerly, their initial shyness melting away as Aditi effortlessly connected with each of them. She demonstrated the steps with grace and patience, her movements fluid and precise, yet always infused with warmth and encouragement.

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"Can we do that again, Aditi didi?" a little girl with pigtails asked, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Of course! Let's practice until we get it just right," Aditi replied cheerfully, her voice resonating with genuine delight.

Throughout the session, Aditi's down-to-earth nature shone brightly. She praised their efforts generously, gently corrected their positions, and even shared playful anecdotes that had the children giggling with delight. Her care and attention to each child's progress were evident, fostering an atmosphere of joy and learning.

As the class ended, Aditi gathered the children in a circle, her hands clasped warmly around theirs. "You all did amazing today! Remember to practice at home, and we'll have even more fun next time."

The children waved excitedly as they bid her goodbye, already looking forward to their next dance session with Aditi. She exchanged smiles with the staff, grateful for their warm welcome but always remaining grounded in her role as a teacher and mentor.

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As Aditi wrapped up her first session at the dance studio, the children waved excitedly and thanked her for the chocolates and the fun they had. She smiled warmly, feeling a deep sense of joy in their enthusiasm.

"You're really good, Aditi didi!" one of the older girls exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration. "Yeah, you move just like Mrs. Arora" another chimed in, referring to the studio's senior dance instructor and Aditi's mother.

Aditi blushed at the compliment, her heart swelling with pride and a touch of nostalgia for her mother's graceful dance moves. "Thank you so much, that means a lot," she replied humbly, touched by their words. The studio teacher approached her with a smile. "You have your mother's elegance, Aditi. It's wonderful to see you share your talent with the children."

Aditi beamed at the teacher's kind words, feeling a deep sense of connection to her mother's legacy in dance. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to learning from all of you here," she said sincerely, feeling at home in the welcoming atmosphere of Nrityalay.

As she left the studio, Aditi carried with her a renewed sense of purpose and fulfillment. Today had not only been about teaching dance but also about embracing her passion and continuing her mother's legacy in a place that felt like a second home.

]Today had also reaffirmed her belief that dance was not just a series of steps, but a journey of self-discovery and connection. As she headed home, the melodies of the music lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of the joy and passion that awaited her in the studio, where every step told a story and every beat echoed with the heartbeat of her soul.

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*short chapter ik but i needed to build up the story so bear with me.

*not quite happy with it but hey atleast shub and aditi had fun!

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