Heer~THE UNWANTED DAUGHTER

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WORDS~ 4800
(Without English translations)

Hum sarfire bigade hue nawab hain
Padh lo hamein, hum to khulee kitaab hain
Haddi bhee hum hain aur hum hee qabaab hain
Hum paagal nahin hain, bhaiya
Hamaaraa dimaag karaab hai

••| AUTHOR POV|••

EVENING – RAICHAND MANSION, LIVING ROOM

The mansion was filled with talks as it was evening snacks time and everyone was sitting in living room. Rihaan and Kanishk were talking about some new car launched. Priyansh was playing Subway Surfers on his phone. Bhavika and Shaurya were talking about an NGO run by Bhavika, Heer who was sitting between Rakshit & Arhaan was telling Arhaan about her day at school, while Rakshit was busy on his phone, but secretly listening to Heer not paying any attention to the email opened in his phone.

Suddenly—

“DHUM-TANAAAAA!DHUM-TANAAAAA”
(Okay, that sound didn’t actually happen. But if this were an indian soap opera, it 100% would have. So imagine it)

The sound of a car door shutting was followed by rapid, rhythmic footsteps… almost too dramatic for this century.

And then… she appeared.

Clad in a blindingly bright pink saree with enough shimmer to challenge Diwali lights, she entered through the grand door with the energy of a runway model and the aura of a retired soap villainess. Big, round goggles covered half her face, her lips wore a maroon shade darker than everyone’s future after exam results, and to top it all — a long bindi covering her forehead.

“NAMASTE BAUJI!” she announced, voice louder than a temple bell on a festive morning.
( Greetings Father)

Everyone froze.

Heer blinked rapidly, adjusting her eyes from the sheer brightness of the woman’s outfit. “Who... exactly...” she whispered to Rakshit.

“Brace yourself,” he muttered. “Bua. Aka—Queen of Overreactions, Drama, and Emotional Blackmail. Also a one-woman TRP channel.”

Swayam entered from behind her, a tired smile on his face. “Everyone… welcome your Bua, my lovely  sister —  Arti Mishra.”

“Lovely?” Kanishk whispered rolling his eyed. “Is he even listening to himself?”

Arti removed her goggles with flair, as if revealing a plot twist. “So, nobody was waiting at the door to do my aarti? No welcome sweets? No band baja? I'm coming after so long time and this is what is happening?”
(Band and drums)

Bhavika hurried over with a tight smile. “Arti di! So nice to see you!”

“Hmph.” Bua gave her a half-hug and a full-body judgmental scan in return.
“Arey Bhabhi, pichli baar ayi thi, tab se aap aur jyada moti ho gayi hain... wajan badh gaya.”
She let out a giggle, clearly enjoying her own insult.
(Oh Bhabhi, since the last time you came, you've gotten even fatter... you've gained weight.)

Bhavika's sons visibly bristled. Shaurya and Rakshit were about to speak up, but Bhavika gave a small shake of her head, warning them silently not to.

But Rihaan, being the fiery, unapologetic one, leaned forward with a smirk and folded arms.

“Actually Bua ji, ham apni mumma ko baseless diets and paise bachaane k lie bhookha nhi rkhta. We believe in keeping her healthy unlike others. ”
He smiled sweetly, eyes gleaming with sarcasm “ Aur Kya hai na Bua ji, hum apni mumma ko Instagram filters mein nahi, real life mein khush dekhna pasand karte hain. ”