You deserved it Armaan : abhira story

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Spoiler alert:legal notice of pookie signed by abhira by The end

Spoiler alert for next chapter: armaan's reaction to the legal notice

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Abhira knew she needed to tell Abhinav about armaan he deserved to know about his biological father and difference between only giving blood and one giving love

Scene: Living room, late evening. Abhinav is on the rug doodling on Manik’s lyric notebook (with permission, of course). Manik is lounging with a guitar, tuning it while Abhira sits on the couch flipping through legal files, half-listening — half-swooning.

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Abhira: (softly but seriously) “Abhinav… baby, there’s something we need to talk to you about.”

Abhinav: (not looking up) “Okay, but if it’s about that cookie jar, I swear it fell on its own. The jar was unstable. Just like my mumma when I use her highlighters.”

Manik: (mock gasp) “Objection, Your Honour! The witness is trying to distract from the main issue!”

Abhira: (laughs softly) “Focus, boys. This is serious.”

Manik: (mischievous) “Is this where we tell him he’s secretly a wizard?”

Abhira: “Manik!”

Manik: “Fine, fine. No Hogwarts today. Go ahead.”

Abhira: (gently, turning to Abhinav) “Baby, there’s something you need to know. About your birth family.”

Abhinav: (pauses, then blinks up) “Are you saying I’m adopted?”

Abhira: (smiling faintly) “No. You were born to me. And your biological father… is someone you haven’t really known.”

Manik: (swooping in before tension can build) “But let me tell you something, champ. You may have his DNA, but I’ve spent seven years fixing your school projects, explaining photosynthesis like a rock concert, and eating your pancake experiments. If that doesn’t change blood type, I don’t know what does.”

Abhinav: (deadpan) “So basically, my blood cells now run on sarcasm and guitar strings.”

Manik: (smirking) “Exactly. It’s a documented condition. Look it up: Rockstar-itis. Very rare. Very cool.”

Abhinav: (suddenly gasps) “WAIT. Was that karela-faced uncle who stared at us yesterday…?”

Abhira: (holds back a laugh) “Yes. That was… Armaan.”

Abhinav: (gagging noise) “UGH. No offense, but I refuse to believe I’m biologically connected to him. Like, okay, green eyes — fine — but mine are clearly superior. His looked like… uncooked peas.”

Manik: (clutches heart dramatically) “Oh god, I love this kid. He’s definitely mine. The blood has changed. I’m telling you, seven years of love and sarcasm — boom! Full DNA transfer.”