Heer~THE UNWANTED DAUGHTER

~• Akansha' s birthday•~

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𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘩 𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘑𝘰 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘦
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𝘒𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮
𝘒𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮
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𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘰
𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘰
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𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪
𝘑𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪
𝘒𝘦 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪

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The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the Raichand household. The aroma of fresh flowers and subtle vanilla candles lingered through the air - Bhavika had insisted it should feel like a celebration from the moment everyone woke up.

Excitement buzzed through the halls. The plan for the day was simple yet meaningful: a wholesome movie at the city's premium theatre, lunch at mom's favorite restaurant, and some surprise plans for later.

One by one, the siblings gathered in the living hall, dressed in vibrant hues, smiles blooming brighter than ever.

Heer walked in last, stealing the show in her delicate floral off-shoulder pink dress.

The soft gathers around the waist added a graceful charm to her look. The flowy fabric danced slightly with her movements, blooming with pink and red petals printed like watercolor art. Her chunky necklace added a quirky pop, while pastel pink sneakers kept the look casual and cute. She clutched her phone close, her straight black hair cascading naturally over her shoulders.

"Twinning alert!" Bhavika grinned, descending the stairs in a dress strikingly similar to Heer's - same color palette, same breezy vibe, but hers with cap sleeves and tiny bows near the collar.

Both locked eyes and chuckled.
"Ek hi dimaag hai hum dono ke paas," Heer beamed, adjusting Bhavika's necklace slightly.
(We both share the same brain clearly.)

Their giggles were cut short by a loud honk from the porch. Everyone started shuffling out, grabbing phones, bags, and snack packets they'd sneaked from the kitchen.

Three sleek cars stood waiting - one for the elders, one for the younger boys, and one for the "chaotic middle squad" as Kanishk liked to call it.

As everyone started settling in, an unexpected war broke out.

"I called shotgun first!" Heer protested, already half seated in the front seat of Car 2.

Rihaan rolled his eyes. "Heer, I LITERALLY opened the gate. I'm senior by car entry!"

"Seniority nahi, speed matter karti hai!" she grinned, clicking in the seatbelt triumphantly.
(It's not about seniority, speed matters!)

"Bas karo tum dono!" Shaurya's firm voice cut through as he stepped outside, fixing his cuffs. "Every time we go out, ek na ek tamasha zaroor hota hai."