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Author's POV

Ritika had just stepped into the living room, her eyes still red from tearing up after witnessing the "bhaiya" moment earlier. Rohit followed quietly behind, clutching his coffee - both still in mild shock, but hearts full.

> "Did she really call him bhaiya?" Ritika whispered.

> "You heard it, too," Rohit smiled, "You're not hallucinating, Madam Sharma."

Author's POV

The Sharma mansion was unusually peaceful...for like, 12 minutes.

Ahaan was upstairs with his gang of lafangey school friends - cricket talk, PS5 fights, and general chaos going on in the background.

Downstairs, Samaira was curled under her blanket, in that half-conscious state between sleep and being awake. The loud laughter, banging sounds, and someone yelling "Bro tu noob hai!" slowly started disturbing her nap.

Her sleepy brain didn't calculate much.

In her mind?

> "Noise = Ahaan sir = comfort = safe = go sit there."

And like a little zombie in a printed oversized tee, Samaira wandered out of her room. Hair flying, eyes half-shut, legs dragging.

She pushed open Ahaan's door.

The boys were too busy screaming at FIFA to notice at first.

Until-

Samaira just walked in, sat down beside Ahaan on the beanbag, and...

PLONK.

Curled right into his side, head resting lightly on his arm, like she'd done it a thousand times.

Dead. Silence.

One friend blinked.

> "Ahaan... bhai... yeh teri sister hai na?"

Another leaned forward.

> "Ya yeh tere ghar ki human cushion hai?"

Ahaan froze.

> "bhench-""BEEEEEEP!!" (Yeah. THAT word slipped.)

The boys' jaws dropped. Then-

"Bhaiiiii! Teri behen hai aur tu gaali de raha hai uske saamne??"

> "It just slipped okay!!" Ahaan whisper-yelled, panicking.

One friend clutched his chest.

> "Main toh emotional ho gaya... family reunion live dekh raha hoon..."

Another one added-

> "Abe yeh toh Netflix ka 'Ahaan Sharma and the Sleepwalking Sister' chal raha hai!"

And just then...

"AAHAAN!!!"

Ritika's voice thundered from downstairs like Sholay's Thakur.

Everyone went still.

> "Did... your mom just... hear the gaali?"

> "Yup." Ahaan whispered, eyes wide. "I'm dead. I'm so dead."

Meanwhile, Samaira had blinked awake, looked around...

Saw FOUR BOYS gaping at her... and shrieked:

> "AAAAAAAAH! AAP... AAP LOG KAUN HO?!"

She literally flew up like a rocket launch, tripped over the carpet, and ran out yelling-

> "MUJHE NAHI PATA THAAA MUJHE NIND AAA RAHI THI MAIN BAS BAITHI THI AAAAAH!"

The boys were on the floor laughing.

Ahaan sat in silent despair.

His reputation? Gone.His peace? Burnt.His maa? Marching upstairs with chappal mode activated.

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Author's POV

Ritika stormed in seconds later.

> "Ahaan Sharma. Did I just hear a GAALI? In front of your little sister??"

Ahaan gulped.

> "Woh... galti se nikal gayi..."

> "Toh ab chappal bhi galti se hi nikalti hai!" Ritika said, holding one in hand.

Samaira peeped from behind the curtain, whispering:

> "Main toh bas so rahi thi... mujhe kya pata tha bhaiyaa ke dost ka war chal raha hoga!"

Samaira had long left the room, flustered beyond belief after the whole lap-sleep incident. Ahaan's friends were still cackling like hyenas.

> "Tere lap mein behen soyi thi, bhai! Pure bonding moment tha!""Abey Sharma Jr. emotional ho gaya kya?"

Ahaan rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow at one of them.

> "Shut up, yaar!"

And then-the door creaked open.

Enter: Rohit Sharma - calm, suspicious, and already scanning.

> "Yeh kya ho raha hai yahan?"

The boys stood up instantly.Ritika walked in behind him, arms folded, eyes locked on her husband.

> "Btaauu Ro... tumhare laadle ne kya bola?"

Rohit blinked.

> "Kya?"

Ritika smirked sweetly.

> "GAALI. Hamari chhoti bachi ke saamne. AHAAN ne GAALI boli."

Ahaan froze.

> "Mummaaaa I swearrr woh slip of tongue thaaa!"

Rohit's head whipped to Ahaan like a missile.

> "Tu samajhta kya hai apne aapko haan? Hero ban raha hai zyada doston ke saamne?"

> "Papa woh-"

> "Chhoti bachhi ke saamne gaali dega tu? Woh bhi naye naye bhaiya ban ke?"

Ahaan mumbled,

> "Ek chhoti si thi... bas ek 'beep'..."

Rohit narrowed his eyes.

> "Next time agar Samaira ke saamne zubaan fisli na... toh bat se maarunga."

Ahaan's friends choked on their own laughter.

> "Bas bat se? Helmet bhi pehna dena Sharma uncle!"

Ritika added, arms still folded:

> "Aur haan, kal se tera game console ban. Chhoti bachi hai, impression padta hai. Right, Rohit?"

Rohit gave a dramatic sigh like a helpless husband.

> "Haan haan... patni ne bol diya toh final hi samjho."

Ahaan dramatically flopped on the couch.

> kya huaa main sabke liye? Har time mujhe hi kyu sunaya jata hai!"

Just then Samaira peeked in, whispering:

> "Main... sorry bolne aayi thi bhaiya."

Ritika melted immediately.

> "Dekha? Bachi khud aayi maafi maangne... aur tu-"

> "ABEY MUJHE HI FIR SE KYA SUNA RAHI HO AAP LOG!" Ahaan yelled.

Rohit laughed, pulling Samaira close.

> "Tu tension mat le, laado. Tera bhaiya thoda drama queen hai."

Samaira giggled as Ahaan groaned and his friends continued roasting him alive.

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Author's POV:

Ritika = Savage Wife Mode 💅Rohit = Papa With Bat Warning Mode 🏏Ahaan = Full Drama Mode 🎭Samaira = Peace Maker Cutie Mode 🌸Friends = Permanent Tandoor Setup 🌶️

Late Night, Sharma Residence - Kitchen Romance Vibes

It was past midnight.

The house was silent.Samaira was fast asleep in her room.Ahaan? Grumbling in his bed with headphones in, still recovering from the gaali-warning trauma of the evening.

And Ritika?

Ritika was in the kitchen... heating up milk, quietly humming.

That's when she felt arms wrap around her waist.

> "Tch... ab tum raat ke 12 baje bhi kitchen mein kaam karogi kya, Mrs. Sharma?"

She smiled without turning.

> "Tumhari beti doodh pee bina soyi thi. Maine socha rakh doon... kya pata uth jaaye."

Rohit nuzzled her neck lightly, voice soft:

> "Tum meri nahi reh gayi ho ab. Full maa ban gayi ho."

Ritika turned to him with a playful glare.

> "Haan toh? Tum papa ban gaye ho... woh bhi full possessive papa."

He leaned closer.

> "Tujhse zyada kisi aur pe possessive hone ka option hai kya?"

Ritika's cheeks went pink. She hit his chest lightly.

> "Sharmaa mat..."

> "Main toh hoon Sharma. Tum bhi ho ab." 😏

She narrowed her eyes.

> "Tum romance sirf tab yaad karte ho jab main kitchen mein hoti hoon. Batao mujhe?"

Rohit gave a sheepish grin and pulled her closer.

> "Kitchen mein toh tum sabse zyada sexy lagti ho."

> "ROHITTT!"

Just then-a loud dramatic groan from the living room.

> "OH MY GODDD... PLEASEEEEE... LOG SO RAHE HAIN!"Ahaan's voice echoed from upstairs.

Ritika and Rohit burst into laughter.

Samaira's sleepy voice followed next:

> "Papa... Mumma... stop doing cheeeee things at night... I'm sleeping okay..."

Rohit looked at Ritika and winked.

> "Dekha? Apni love story bhi PG-13 hone lagi hai."

> "Shut up and drink this milk Sharma ji..."

> "Only if you give it with a kiss."

> "ROHITTTT-"

> "AAAHHHH MY EARSSSSSSS!!!" Ahaan shouted again.

> "I'M SHIFTING TO HOSTEL!!!"

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Author's POV:

✅ Papa-Mumma Sharma: Still madly in love.✅ Samaira: Sleepy sass queen.✅ Ahaan: Living in a rom-com against his will 💀

Sunday Noon - Sharma Residence, Living Room

Ahaan was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, hoodie over his head, headphones in one ear, trying to survive the Sharma Madness™.

Samaira was sitting on the floor nearby, doodling in her diary, quietly humming.

And then-the horror began.

From the hallway...

> "Babyyy... meri coffee kahan hai?" Rohit's voice echoed.

> "Kitchen mein rakh ke aaye ho na... toh le lo baby!" Ritika yelled back from upstairs.

> "Main toh le aunga... lekin tum chahiye pehle, babyyy..."Rohit entered dramatically with two mugs, full cheesy husband grin on face.

Samaira looked up, confused.Ahaan slowly lowered his phone, eyes squinting.

> "Did... did he just say that OUT LOUD?"

Ritika came down the stairs in her soft white kurta, and of course-Rohit handed her the coffee with both hands like he just gave her the moon.

> "Tumhare bina coffee bhi kadwi lagti hai, babyyy..."

> "Awww..." Ritika giggled.

> "OH. MY. GODDDDDDD."

Ahaan stood up like his soul left his body.

> "I CAN'T DO THIS. I CAN'T-YAHAAN DIN MEIN ROMANCE, RAAT MEIN KITCHEN MEIN FLIRTING??"

> "YAAR TUM LOGON KE BACCHE HAIN!!"He pointed at Samaira, who just blinked.

> "Aap dono ke BABY BABY sunke, mujhe therapy ki zarurat pad rahi hai!!"

Rohit smirked, holding Ritika closer.

> "Jealous ho raha hai tu? Apni bhi dhoondh le baby..."

> "STOPPPPPPPP!"

Ahaan facepalmed dramatically and flopped on the sofa.

> "Samaira! You're young. You still have hope. Escape while you can!"

Samaira burst out laughing.

> "Mujhe toh cute lagta hai. Papa-Mumma are so filmy!"

Ritika gave a proud smile.

> "Dekha? At least koi toh samajhta hai."

Rohit winked at her.

> "Issi liye toh kehte hain... perfect couple!"

> "PERFECT CRINGE COUPLE!!" Ahaan screamed.

> "I'm going to Nani's house BYE."

He stormed off-hoodie, headphones, and all-while Ritika and Rohit gave each other a full filmi slow-motion romantic smile.

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Author's POV:

✅ Rohit & Ritika: Peak honeymoon phase after 18 years of marriage✅ Ahaan: Plotting escape✅ Samaira: Lowkey loves the drama 😌

Sharma Kitchen

Ahaan was casually munching on toast, scrolling his phone in the kitchen. Hair messy, hoodie on, not a single care in the world.

Samaira tiptoed in quietly... with a plan.

She cleared her throat and spoke loudly enough for the world to hear:

> "Bhaiyaaaa..."

Ahaan looked up, slightly suspicious.

> "Haan?"

> "Aapko bhi ek 'baby' chahiye kya?" 😇

Ahaan choked.Like literally choked on his toast.

> "KYA?!?"

Rohit-reading the newspaper nearby-peeped with a proud smirk.Ritika, sipping coffee, nearly spit it out laughing.

> "Samaira!!! WHATTT-" Ahaan's face went beet red.

> "Papa toh 'baby' bolte rehte hain Mumma ko... aap kab?" she said, with a straight face and sparkly eyes.

> "YOU. NEED. THERAPY."

> "Aapko bhi 'perfect cringe couple' banna hai kya?"Samaira mimicked his yesterday's line.

Rohit: "Touché princess." ✨Ritika: "Yeh meri beti hai." 💅

> "Papa aap hi batao-issko school bhejna zaroori hai ya mental hospital?"Ahaan shouted.

> "SCHOOL."Ritika replied instantly."And that too-TOMORROW."

> "WHATTTTTTTTTTTT!!!"Samaira froze like someone paused her life.

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🎒 Scene 2: Night Before School - Samaira's Room

She sat on her bed, surrounded by crisp new notebooks, freshly ironed uniform, and a shiny new school bag with her name stitched: "Samaira Sharma".

Her fingers nervously brushed the ID card.

> "Same school... as Ahaan Bhaiya," she whispered."And so many new people..."

Ritika entered with warm milk, sat beside her, brushing her hair softly.

> "Nervous?" she asked.

> Samaira nodded, "Thoda..."

Ritika kissed her forehead.

> "You've got this, meri jaan. Tum intelligent ho, strong ho... aur ab Sharma ho."

Just then Rohit entered, wearing his casual tee, phone in hand.

> "Did someone say Sharma?"He grinned.

Samaira rolled her eyes but smiled.

> "Papa... kal school hai."

> "Aur uss school ka naya star banne wali ho tum." He knelt in front of her, cupping her cheek."Bas ek rule yaad rakhna..."

> "Kya?" she blinked.

> "Ahaan se dur rehna. Usse toh ladkiyan waise bhi dekh ke behosh ho jaati hain."

> "I know righttt..." Samaira giggled."Mujhe laga ghar pe bas cricket aur hoodie hai... school ka toh heartthrob hai bhaiya!"

> "OH MY GOD STOPPPP!!!"Ahaan shouted from the hallway.

Whole family burst out laughing.

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💭 Author's POV:

Samaira: nervous but excited 🥹

Ritika: best mom ever 💖

Rohit: protective papa mode always 🛡️

Ahaan: constantly bullied, secretly loves it 😂

🏫 Dhirubhai Ambani International School - Arrival

As expected, girls were swarming the gates.

> "OH MY GOD he's wearing white again 😭😭""Who's that girl beside him? She's cute but... why is he walking with her?""He has a SISTER???""No, she must be his cousin's cousin's friend's friend's cousin!"

Ahaan walked coolly, his backpack on one shoulder, and Samaira beside him looking around like a lost puppy.

Suddenly, his guy friends waved from the steps.

> "Ahaan bhaiii! Come fast! We've got extra tiffin today-"

> "Meet later!" Ahaan cut them off, "Samaira's first day."

> "Ohhh bhabhi ki chhoti behen-""GAALI DEDUN?" Ahaan glared.

Samaira looked up at him.

> "Aapko... zarurat nahi thi..."

> "Tere first day pe tu akele ghume? Mujhe jeena hai."

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🚪Class 8B - Samaira's New Chapter Begins

Ahaan dropped her to the class, gave her a small awkward nod and left. Girls whispered again seeing her.

But Samaira focused.

> "Hi, new girl?" a cheerful voice called.

A girl with two braids and a massive smile leaned over.

> "I'm Tanishaa, and you're officially sitting with me. Okay?"

Samaira blinked.

> "Uhm okay?"

> "Also, you're pretty. But if you don't share your lunch, I'll cry."

They both laughed.

Four boys from the second row peeked back.

> "Tanishaaa! Who's that?""Shut up! She's mine!""No fighting. She's OUR new friend."

Samaira smiled for the first time in the class.

Tanishaa whispered,

> "They're idiots but harmless. We all hang out. Now you're part of our group."

> "Really?"

> "Yes. Also... are you seriously Ahaan Sharma's sister?"

> "Technically... haan."

> "Okay that makes you famous already. But don't worry-we protect our own."

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🧃📍Dhirubhai Ambani International School - Break Time

The sun was high, the field buzzing with students enjoying their break, and Samaira Sharma was sitting on the wooden bench near the school garden with her newly found gang-Tanisha, Nirbhay, Vihaan, and Aarav.

She quietly unpacked her lunch-methi paratha and chutney, lovingly packed by Ritika Sharma, her mumma.

> Tanisha: "Okay Sammy, your paratha smells like actual heaven. Swap lunch?"

> Samaira (smiling): "Uhh... okay but only one bite. Mumma made it, she'll notice if it's missing."

Her voice still hesitated slightly while saying mumma, but it came out naturally today.

The boys were busy arguing about Real Madrid vs Man City when suddenly, Tanisha gasped dramatically and almost dropped her water bottle.

> Tanisha: "OH. MY. GOD. He's here!"

> Samaira (blinking): "Who?"

> Aarav (grinning): "Who else? Sharma Junior."

> Samaira: "You mean Ahaan?"

> Vihaan (laughing): "Yup. The cricket captain. The icy-hot school sensation."

Samaira took a bite of her paratha-AND CHOKED.

> Samaira (coughing like a car engine): "COUGH-WHATTT?!"

> Nirbhay (panicking): "Bro someone get her water!"

Tanisha quickly handed her bottle while the boys patted her back, lowkey amused.

> Tanisha (blushing): "Ahaan Sharma is just... I dunno... he's like if anger issues and Greek God had a baby."

> Samaira (still recovering): "I'm gonna file a restraining order for you."

> Aarav: "No but fr, the way he shut that class 11 guy up during cricket match? Goosebumps."

> Vihaan (teasing): "And now she's sitting here like 'yeh toh mera bhai hai'... LMAOOO."

> Tanisha: "Wait-YOU'RE his sister???"

> Samaira (sighing): "Sadly. Unfortunately. Yes."

> Tanisha (dreamily): "Please... birthday pe thodi mulakaat karwa do... main bas hello bolungi..."

> Samaira (flat): "You'll say hello and he'll say 'move.'"

They all cracked up but Tanisha was still staring at the sports ground where Ahaan Sharma walked with his duffel bag, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled, completely ignoring the 3 girls fake-laughing near the basketball court trying to get his attention.

> Tanisha: "I swear even the wind moves dramatically around him."

> Samaira (muttering): "Mujhe toh sirf thappad milta hai usse vibe ka."

And just then, Ahaan glanced in their direction. His sharp gaze paused when he noticed Samaira sitting with the group. His face didn't change much-but he did slow down a second, like he wanted to come.

Samaira gulped again. Please don't come here... not while Tanisha's acting like she's in a K-drama.