The next weekend,
Saturday morning:
(The warm glow of the morning sun seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the spacious bedrooms.
The muffled sounds of birds chirping mixed with the occasional rustle of bags being zipped up and shuffled across the floor.)
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Outside Kiara's room:
(Vikram leaned against the doorframe of Kiara's room, arms crossed, watching his daughter struggle to shove her sneakers into an already overstuffed duffel bag.)
Vikram: (chuckled) Packing karne ka yahi tareeka hai kya?
(Kiara glanced up, grinning.)
Kiara: Sab fit ho gaya na, bas!
(She pushed down hard on the bag and managed to pull the zipper shut.)
Kiara: See? I am also following science and logic.
(Vikram sighed, stepping inside.)
Vikram: Science aur logic ki baat kar rahi ho... toh suno, agar wahaan jaake shoes ya extra tops nikalne pad gaye, toh ye bag, phir se band nahi hoga.
Kiaan: (groans) Fine, fine....
(She unzipped the bag again, pulling things out and folding them properly this time.)
Kiara: Happy?
Vikram: (smirked) Haan, thoda sa.
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Just then,
(from across the hallway, Kiaan's voice rang out, filled with frustration.)
Kiaan: Papa! Kiara ne phir se mera charger le liya!
(Vikram rubbed his temples, already expecting this.
He walked over to Kiaan's room, where he stood with his hands crossed infront if him.
He was glaring at Kiara, who had casually walked in behind Vikram.)
Kiara: Mere paas apna charger hai, Kiaan! Tumhara charger toh main touch bhi nahi karti!!! .
Kiaan: (scoffed) Oh really? Mera charger bed ke paas hota hai, aur ab wo ghaayab hai. Toh magic se uda kya?
(Vikram shook his head, stepping between them.)
Vikram: Dono ke paas chargers hain, na?
Kiaan: (huffed) Haan, par mujhe apna wala chahiye.
(Vikram gave him a knowing look.)
Vikram: Toh jaane se pehle check kar lo. Warna wahaan jaake dono bhi ek hi charger ke liye lad baithenge!!!
(Kiaan mumbled something under his breath but started rummaging through her bag again.
Vikram turned to Kiara.)
Vikram: Aur tum. Pura weekend phone pe nahi bitana. Homework aur project bhi complete karna hai.
(Kiara slung her arm around Vikram's shoulder, grinning.)
Kiara: Papa, aapko humpe bilkul bhi bharosa nahi hai, na?
(Vikram smirked, patting Kiara's back before stepping away.)
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Happily Unmarried- Part 4 (Hinglish) (Final Part)
General FictionFinal Part Vikram and Naina are rewriting their story. After the dust of their divorce settled, something remarkable happened. They found their way back to each other, not as ex-spouses, but as two souls rediscovering the love that never truly left...
