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It's a beautiful dream I saw today morning and I am writing it as a sweet memory 💕❣️
The house is glowing in golden light, decorated with marigold garlands and diyas flickering softly 🪔✨
The air smells of agarbatti and fresh flowers — everything looks divine and peaceful…
Until chaos enters. 😂
Swaraj and Harsh stand in the middle of the hall, surrounded by loose dhotis like they’ve lost a battle with fabric.
Harsh (frustrated):
“Bro this is impossible! Who invented dhotis?!”
Swaraj (pulling the cloth):
“It’s not the dhoti’s fault, it’s YOUR hands that don’t work!”
They start bickering like little kids when finally Swaraj turns toward kriti —
Is standing there in a beautiful saree, calm and glowing ✨
Swaraj (dramatically):
“kriti… if you don’t help me now, I swear I will attend the pooja in jeans!”
You raise an eyebrow.
Kriti: “Don’t threaten the traditions like that 😌 Come here.”
She fix Swaraj’s dhoti gracefully, folding and tying it perfectly.
Swaraj (relieved):
“Wow… I feel like a proper sanskari boy now.”
She laugh and turn to Harsh, who looks even more tangled than before.
Harsh:
“Me next! Please before I trip and ruin the entire pooja!”
She help him too, trying not to laugh.
She:“Stay still! This is not wrestling, it’s wardrobe management!”
As soon as She finish, all three of them burst out laughing 🤣
The serious pooja mood is completely broken by your giggles echoing through the hall 💗
Suddenly… her eyes fall on someone standing a little away 😇
Mohit.
Looking around, clearly annoyed.
Mohit (muttering):
“Where is my dhoti now… I literally kept it right here.”
His mother smiles.
“Maybe someone was supposed to help you, but you made a mistake earlier?”
His father adds, amused —
“Looks like you lost your right to get help today, beta.”
Mohit looks at her, half hopeful, half guilty 😅
She just smile innocently and look away, hiding her giggle.
She (softly, to herself):
“Some people deserve to struggle a little.”
Mohit sighs dramatically.
Mohit:
“So everyone gets a personal stylist except me?”
she finally look at him, eyes sparkling with mischief 😌
she:
“Maybe next time you behave better.”
She giggle, and he shakes his head with a helpless smile, while the whole house fills with laughter, teasing, and festive warmth 🌼✨
And there, between dhotis, diyas, and soft smiles…
My dream pauses like a perfect little moment.