The energetic sun rays of Sunday morning casted down brightening the earth giving proper view of a house at the far end of colony which was buzzing with household chores, soft clipping of newspaper and many more.

"Mummy dekho na ye Jeet ka bachha mujhe maar raha hai"

Krunali complaint ,her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyes were bit wide looking towards her mother for support while hand rubbing the spot where she got hit

"Chal juthi..kab maara mene?"

Jeet gasped, his eyes widening in playful surprise. A teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

This unexpected outburst flared up Vidhi's temper. After all, the recent move to Udaipur had left the house and household in disarray, and everything still needed time to be properly arranged.

"Tum dono ko kaam to hai nahi,bss lad jagad ke kaam bada rahe ho"

She said while her eyebrows pulled down in frustration.tight lips, her words coming out sharp and fast. Her tone with extra stress on word like"don't know how to work" and "just fighting".

"Vo dekho Mera Rakshit kese pochha laga raha hai. She added "

Both krunali and Jeet looked at Rakshit, the sight of Rakshit doing moping make them hard not to laugh

Both exchange a quick eye contact, and their expressions scream this is too much funny but we can't laugh out loud

But vidhi won't done, she added "Dono niklo mere ghar se mujhe Shanti se kaam karne do "Vidhi points towards the mean door

And, this is what the twins want, free from the work, roaming around the street, chilling, that's all

Not like Rakshit, bracking there back

"Plan successful jitu bhai, chalo udaipur ki galiyan ghoom ke aate "

Krunali says it with a sparkle in her eyes, a mischievous half-smile curling on her lips , eyebrows raised in playful challenge , and her voice carrying that teasing excitement -like she's already plotting all the fun and little adventures waiting in the streets of Udaipur.

"Haan, chal," Jeet smirked.

Krunali set down the glass jar she had been holding just a moment ago and walked toward the main door, followed closely by Jeet. At the entrance, she turned back to wave at Rakshit, as if to say, "Lage raho, bhaiya. Hum to chale ghumne."

And with that, they left.

Krunali and Jeet walked side by side under the scorching sun on the burning streets of Udaipur, with their empty stomach and CRACK heads. They had no idea where to go, or whether they even should. For a moment, they thought of just sitting on the bench in their colony's garden. But the pull of adventure was stronger.

They wanted to explore. They wanted a tour.

"Yaar, is 42° ki dhoop me to main seedha phat ke koila ban jaungi. Matlab sunscreen bhi haath jod ke keh rahi hai 'bas kar behen, meri bhi ek limit hai!'"

Krunali steel walking in hot summer afternoon,squints her eyes tightly shielding her face with one hand from blazing sun.

"Tujhe hi chaska chada tha, ghumne ka "

Jeet said, steel walking by her side as if he had no effect on sunrays on him

In response krunali just role her eyes murmuring shut up

Just as she was about to escalate the fight, she spotted an ice cream parlor ahead

"Let's go jitu bhai, icecream khate hai"

Krunali graged Jeet with her

"Paise hai? Garib"

"Haa he mar matt "

By evening, Jeet and Krunali returned home to find that their father had already arrived. Rakshit was lounging on the sofa, lazily scrolling through his phone. From the kitchen drifted the warm, comforting aroma of their mother's cooking, filling the house with a homely charm.

"Where were you both?" Dheeraj asked.

Jeet throws his hand up dramatically, with a half smile tugging at his lip she shakes his head in exaggerated sorrow and says in mock tone

"Aapki zulmi biwi ne humko ghar se nikal diya tha "

"Tum dono ki harkate hai hi is layak "Dheeraj shots back

He clutched his chest dramatically as if struck by an arrow, his eyes widening with exaggerated pain. Tilting his head slightly, he let out a wounded sigh and said, "Hoo papa..." in a long, dragged-out tone. His lips curled into a pout, as though begging for sympathy, but the sparkle of mischief in his eyes betrayed that he was only acting. The whole gesture was less of sorrow and more of playful nakhra, making it impossible to take his hurt seriously.

Krunali wrinkled her nose, clearly unimpressed, and with a firm push of her hand on his shoulder, she shoved him a little to the side. Her eyes flashed with mock irritation as she snapped, "Chal hatt abbe kutte, isme tu cute nahi... suar lag raha hai!"

Rakshit peeked up from his phone with raised eyebrows, smirking as if he'd heard this drama a hundred times before. Their father gave Jeet a side-eye and muttered under his breath, "Drama company..."

a calm yet firm voice floated from behind, "Chalo ab dinner kar lo..."

They all froze for a second and turned their heads. His mother stood at the kitchen door, wiping her hands on her saree pallu, her expression a mix of authority and warmth. The playful tension in the room instantly melted. Jeet scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide his grin, while Krunali pretended to look innocent, as if she hadn't just roasted him a moment ago.

Rakshit lazily stretched on the sofa and muttered, "Finally, food rescue..." before jumping up. Their father adjusted his glasses, eyeing them with his usual half-amused, half-strict look, and followed toward the dining table.

The aroma of hot rotis and sabzi wafted through the air, pulling everyone toward the kitchen. Within seconds, the living room filled with clattering chairs, casual chatter, and the comforting chaos of family dinner.

Their mother's voice sliced through the chatter, firm but soft:

"Ab chup-chap jaake so jaa­na. Mobile mat chalana - kal school ka first day hai, dono ko late hona mana hai."

A brief, comic silence followed. Jeet and Krunali looked at each other, then at their phones - then at their mother. Jeet let out an exaggerated groan and flipped his phone face-down on the table; Krunali gave a mock-salute and slipped her phone into her pocket.

Rakshit rolled his eyes, but grabbed his charger and headed for the bedroom; even he couldn't argue when the mother-voice went authoritative. Their father cleared his throat and added, half-teasing, half-practical, "Alarms set? Bags ready?" Jeet nodded with too much confidence, Krunali mouthed "already" though everyone knew the last-minute panic would come in the morning.

In the hallway the house settled into its evening rhythm - the clink of a final spoon being rinsed, the soft thump of slippers as people moved to their rooms. Their mother appeared at the doorway for one last look, softening at the sight of them. gave Jeet and Krunali a quick, admonishing smile, and said, "Goodnight.

They mumbled promises. Jeet padded to his bed like a sulky actor finishing a scene; Krunali flicked off the light with a theatrical roll of her eyes. Through the thin walls, muffled whispers turned into yawns, then silence.