a black Tesla was running on the motorway. a black figure was in the back seat. all you could see was the phone screen.

BING!

the black figure just got a message, opened the phone using their fingerprint id, and saw the message. the person, who sent the message, that person's name was blurred. the message was:

'hi baby, I reached safely and you? 😘🥰💓'

the person's finger started tapping at letters forming the message:

'meethi , good to hear. no I haven't reached home yet, just 30 minutes left. 😘❤️have your family suspected anything yet?🤔'

as quick as the twinkling of a bed-post, the person immediately got a reply:

'no thankfully!!!!😬❤️😬'

and then another message:

'uff I have to go. my dad wants me. bye talk to you later. love you😘🥰❤️'

the person tapped at letters and then pressed 'sent':

'ok np. thanks goodness no one suspects anything. love you too😘🥰❤️'

the person kept the phone in his black backpack. the driver, zain, noticed the person finishing texting.

zain: done talking to your lover?

the person laughed and said: yes zain. by the way buddy, thank you for being someone I can trust with this secret.

zain: no problem yaar. just be careful now! this is India not Singapore.

person: I know yaar. now this TV series a.k.a my life is taking an interesting twist.

zain laughed: true buddy! true!

the person smiled and the scene shifted to a massive mansion:

inside the mansion:

a woman came down the snowy white stairs, she was wearing a simple blue patola sari and her long coal black hair was tied in a perfect bun. her eyes were a deep, earthy brown - the colour of the earth after torrential rains. though she seemed to be in her mid-forties, there was no grey strands sneakily appearing. to complete the look she was wearing a golden chain and her nuptial necklace along with sindoor and golden earrings her dark blue bindi was in place.

servants dressed in formal black suits were cleaning the hallway and dining room.

woman: make sure this house is perfectly clean!

she swept her finger on a table and said to one servant: look! there is dust on my finger. make sure you get rid of every speck of dust here, else you will all be in trouble!

servants: yes aarfa mam!

aarfa: good!

she went into the kitchen....sleek, professionally designed, bespoke, granite counters, stainless steel appliances, spotless, scrubbed, well equipped, utensils on hooks, matching cups, uncluttered, clean folded tea towel, gentle swish from the dishwasher, efficient hum of refrigerator, professional knife block, dried flowers hung from beams, nothing superfluous, minimalistic, uncluttered, ceramic floor tiles and underfloor heating.

two of her children, one boy one girl, were eating gulab jamun which laid on the plate. aarfa smacked her forehead and went to the two. 

aarfa: sohni! jay! yeh kya?! why are you two eating the gulab jamuns meant for your brother?

sohni: we have another older brother? jay, did you know this?

jay: no sohni. I never knew we had another older brother. I thought dhakir bhaiya and Kabir bhaiya was our only older brothers.

aarfa gave them a 'are you even serious' look. jay and sonali started to laugh like a happy fountain in a cave brightening the gloomy rocks, and they hi-fi one another.

sohni: just kidding mumani but why does omki bhaiya get gulab jamun and when we ask for it, we are at risk of getting a shoe thrown at us?

aarfa was about to say something when Kabir and dhakir as well as dhakir's wife meher came:

(dhakir)

(meher)

(Kabir)

Kabir: mum, we heard everything. normally the middle child isn't always in the spotlight.

dhakir: and in our house, no one gets as much attention as om does.

aarfa: chup kar! he is coming home after 2 years na.

meher: exactly and here you all are acting like little kids.

dhakir: oh hello! our beautiful mum decided to get him an apple watch.

aarfa: did you see what your dad got om?

sohni: mamu got om bhaiya something more expensive?

Kabir: ek minute! the only time anyone gets anything super duper expensive is when it is someone's birthday.

aarfa: did you go away for two years?

Kabir: ok sorry mum. calm down.

just then they heard a dramatic filmy voice: oh my gosh! bhai sab broke the rules?

everyone turned to see someone flamboyantly dressed in a bright neon pink saree and a decorated bun. she carried a heavy nuptial necklace and bangles. her face held heavy makeup.

Kabir: haan meri pyaari madeeha phuppo, dad broke the rules.

'arre can't I be let off for once?'

everyone turned to see a man with black hair, a little grey in some sides but very little, his face was clean-shaven and his eyes were the shade of acorns, just bright enough to shine in the shadows. he was wearing a dark red suit and he had gained weight due to age. a white apple watch laid on his wrist. he was the head of the house...mr parvez khan.

parvez walked into the kitchen and started to speak his defence statement: from the last two years, I have been pampering all of you. in two years, om couldn't visit us. he was abroad. just facetime calls that's it. you all got your share of pampering so for the next year, om gets the pampering.

all four children: kya?!

meher: you shouldn't have said that sasur. 

parvez: oops! my mistake!

dhakir: so what have you got om dad?

parvez: a..um...

sohni: um?

jay: um?

Kabir: um?

aarfa: um?

madeeha: um?

dhakir: um?

meher: why did I even marry to this family?

dhakir: because you loved me. anyway dad....what does um mean?

parveez whispering nervously: a MacBook.

dhakir: i'm sorry..what did you say?

parveez spoke a bit louer: a MacBook.

all 4 kids: what?!

aarfa: see I was right.

meher: accha guys, I hear a car horn. no more arguing and just be happy that om is back.

dhakir: fine by the way sultan kaha hai?

meher: tumari beta is sleeping.

dhakir: thanks goodness.

they laughed and went to the main door where zain came out and said: and now the second eldest prince of this house...omkar khan!

a tall man entered the building...well-structed body, perfect-shaped beard. his eyes were midnight and ravens wings. they were the type of darkness that wasn't dark. they were sweet silence before dawn and responsibility. his long hair was straightened and was up to his shoulders. a small ponytail was tied in the middle. he trailed his hands around my neck, entwining his fingers through the black strands of hair like pools of the purest ink, but the faintest light already made them reflect an indigo blue by each curve. he had his suitcase following him and a black rucksack on his back.

he was omkar khan but ideally known as om.

everyone rushed to hug him.

om: careful everyone. I have not come from war, just from studying. you used to see me all the time on facetime.

aarfa slapped his shoulder and said: can we slap you on facetime? no na!  you decided to leave us all for Singapore for studies! we missed you so much.

dhakir: exactly! and by the way middle child, you are this house's favourite.

om: ohoho someone's jealous.

sohni: we all are jealous.

jay: me and sohni are the youngest yet you are the favourite.

om: well I am amazing. 

Kabir: shut up yaar! you have only been here for 2 minutes and you are happily bragging.

om: you used to always brag to me whenever you got something new.

Kabir: oh hello! I am older than you. I have the right to brag.

om: by one year.

parvez: ok guys, stop fighting. let om at least sit.

everyone else: fine!

they released om from the hug and went to the sofa. before om could sit on the sofa, his phone rang.

om: can I take this please?

parvez: yeah sure.

madeeha: girlfriend hai?

om: nahi phuppo, just one friend from Singapore.

jay: yeah sure.

om lightly hit the back of his head as he went inside a spare room downstairs. he locked the door from inside as sohni, madeeha and Kabir tried to hear the conversation by keeping their ears to the door.

om whispering: hello meethi. sab theek hai?

female voice: why are you whispering?

om whispering: I am at home now.

female voice: oh sorry. i'll be quick then.

om whispering: don't worry yaar. I am always available for you.

female voice: awww how sweet.

om whispering: anyway how come you are able to talk to me when you are at home?

female voice: home alone.

om whispering: wow! so coming to the point, is everything fine?

female voice: haan bass tomorrow you need to come to the doctors with me.

om whispering: ok sure. i'll manage to sneak out.

female voice: ok sure. um I have to go..voh I am getting another call from mama.

om whispering: yeah no problem. bye love you.

female voice: love you more.

om cut the call and went out from the room.

madeeha: oye omki! why was the door locked?

om: did you hear anything?

Kabir: not even a word.

sohni: now tell us why did you lock the door?

om: kyunki my conversations are private.

all three: fine!

as they went, om thought to himself: how will I get out of this house tomorrow? Allah, please help me.

precap: luka chuppi

so sorry for a boring dull chappy.

who was om texting and calling?

what will happen during the doctor's appointment?

what is om hiding?

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