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

Cut to,

Later at night,

(The clock struck 9 PM as the quiet living room stirred with the sound of keys jingling.

The main door swung open, and Vikram stepped inside, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of Kiara's racing bag. His expression was a mix of exhaustion and pride.

Kiara followed closely, her helmet tucked under one arm and a smaller bag slung over her shoulder. Her face glowed with the joy of victory, her eyes still gleaming from the adrenaline of the race.

Kiaan trailed behind, his hair slightly disheveled, his tired but contented smile reflecting a quiet sense of accomplishment.)

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(Tanvi, who had been pacing the living room in anticipation, froze for a second before breaking into an excited grin. She practically bounced toward them, her enthusiasm lighting up the entire room.)

Tanvi: (clapping her hands together) Kiara! Kiaan! Vikram bhaiya! Aap log aa gaye!

(Her voice was a mix of excitement and relief.)

(Kiara beamed as Tanvi reached out, pulling her into a quick hug, ruffling her hair playfully.

But the moment Tanvi's eyes landed on the shiny gold trophy in Kiara's hand, they widened in pure delight.)

Tanvi: (grinning, holding out her hands) Yeh toh mujhe do! Main bhi dekhu champion ki trophy dikhti kaise hai!

Kiara: (laughs, handing it over) Le lo, Tanvi bua... par sambhal ke! Kaafi heavy hai! (shaking her hands dramatically) Mere toh haath dukh gaye!

(Tanvi gasped playfully as she took the trophy, her hands wrapping around it with the reverence of someone handling a priceless treasure.

She traced her fingers over the engraved text, her eyes shimmering with pride.)

Tanvi: (teasing) Wah wah! Kiara!!! The speed queen! Yeh toh bilkul kisi international champion ki trophy jaisi lag rahi hai!

(Kiaan chuckled, plopping down on the couch and stretching his arms.)

Kiaan: (smirking) Bas bua, ab iski tareef mat shuru karna warna madam ka ego aur badh jayega!

Kiara: (rolling her eyes, nudging him) Koi zaroorat nahi meri tareef ki, Kiaan. Trophy khud sab kuch bata rahi hai!

(Vikram chuckled as he set the bags down, shaking his head at their banter.

He took a seat, stretching his tired legs, finally allowing himself a moment of relaxation after the long day)

Tanvi: (teasing) Wah, Kiara! Ab toh tum celebrity ban gayi ho. Is trophy ke liye ek selfie toh banti hai!!!

(Everyone chuckled as Tanvi dramatically posed with the trophy, making exaggerated expressions as if she were the one who had won it.)

Kiara: (laughing) Bua, aap toh sach mein next-level ho!

Tanvi: (grinning) Of course, darling! Ye talent natural hota hai.

(Just as the laughter settled, Tanvi checked her watch and her smile dimmed slightly.

She took a deep breath before speaking.)

Tanvi: (turns serious) Waise, aap sab bilkul time pe aaye ho... Meri bhi flight ka time ho raha hai... I'll make a move.

Kiara: (frowns slightly, her excitement fading) Bua, aap jaa rahi ho? Aise time pe? Kal subah bhi ja sakti thi na?