Happily Unmarried- Part 4 (Hinglish) (Final Part)

Next day,

In the morning:

(The morning sun peeked through the curtains as Kiaan and Kiara sat at the dining table, hurriedly packing their school bags.

Their tiffin boxes, carefully prepared by Vikram, were the final items to go in.)

Kiaan: (grins) wow!!! Papa ke special sandwiches! School mein toh sab mujh se jealous hone waale hain.

Kiara: (teases) kuch bhi!!! aaj toh star of the day main hi rehne waali hoon!!!!

(They both laughed, playfully nudging each other. Kiara zipped up her bag and stood to place it near the door.)

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Then,

(Her eyes fell on the dustbin by the corner of the room, and she froze.

Peeking out of the top was a crumpled piece of newspaper. Curious, she walked closer and pulled it out.

As she smoothed it out, her heart sank. It was the front page with her victory news-the photo of her holding the trophy with pride now wrinkled and discarded.

Her smile faded, replaced by a look of hurt. She turned silently, holding the paper in her hands.)

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Then,

(Vikram, who had just entered the room with a cup of chai, noticed her expression immediately.)

Vikram: (softly) Kiara...

Kiara: (voice trembled slightly) Papa, yeh... dadi ne daala hoga, hai naa??

(Kiaan, sensing the shift in mood, paused and looked between his sister and their father.

Vikram set his tea down and walked toward Kiara.

He gently took the crumpled paper from her hands, smoothing it further, and then pulled her into a warm hug.)

Vikram: (reassures her) Beta.... Yeh sirf ek paper hai... okay? no one can crush your ambitions and your dreams!!!! I will make sure of that!!! Main aaj shaam mein, tumhaari dadi se baat karunga!!

(Kiara rested her head on his shoulder, taking comfort in his words.)

Kiara: (softly) Par Papa, yeh mera moment tha... aur...

Vikram: (cutting her off gently) beta.... you have a lot of photos of that moment... and rahi baat paper ki... toh I'll get another newspaper... theek hai?

Kiara: (softly) That's fine Papa... but, dadi neeche bhi nahi aayi... warna toh she's always up by 5:30.

(Her voice held a tinge of hurt. Kiaan, who had been adjusting his bag, looked at her and sighed.)

Kiaan: (trying to lighten the mood) Matlab, aaj toh record hi tod diya, unhone!!!!

(Kiara didn't smile. She looked at Vikram, her eyes searching for reassurance.)

Kiara: I know she's really angry at me... isiliye...

(Vikram sighed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.)

Kiara: (cuts in, shaking her head) I won such a huge race, papa!!!! toh kam se kam ek baar neeche aake mil toh leti, dadi!!!!

(Vikram didn't push further. He knew Kiara wasn't wrong to feel this way. Instead, he just squeezed her shoulder gently.)

Vikram: (softly) Tumhe apni jeet ka celebration kisi aur ke reaction se define nahi karna chahiye, Kiara. Tumne jo achieve kiya hai, uspar proud hone ka haq sirf tumhara hai.... baaki hum sab secondary hain!!!!