The next morning, I was completely exhausted, slowly eating my breakfast like a sleepy sloth.
That was when I saw Advait bhai coming downstairs—smiling.
I had never seen him this happy.
He walked straight toward me and sat down in front of me.
"Bro… did something happen? You look so happy."
Then my eyes fell on the mark on his neck.
A love bite.
My chair screeched as I stood up.
"You went to meet Pratiksha?!" I shouted, grabbing his collar.
My foot landed between his legs as anger exploded inside me.
"You cheated Arya, you— you… idiot… shameless…!"
He started laughing because I couldn't even say proper abusive words in front of him.
So instead, I punched him.
"You deserve this! Divorce Arya! I'll take her as my sister!"
I dropped back into my seat, breathing hard.
He was still smiling.
"Do you really think I went to Pratiksha? She's married now…
It was Tina."
I froze.
"What? You forced her? I'll never leave you alone! Get out of this house!"
He jumped up and ran.
I ran after him with a stick in my hand.
"Come here, you idiot! She is your wife!"
"You don't love her—you just want to hurt her!"
We almost crashed into Maa, who was calmly arranging roses in a vase.
I grabbed one from her hand.
"What are you two doing?" she scolded. "You're not children anymore."
At that exact moment, Sarthak came downstairs holding Myra… and froze at the sight of us.
Then Arya appeared with Arniv.
"Sarthak, why are you standing here—"
She stopped when she saw me chasing Advait.
Advait immediately hid behind her.
"Wifey, help me. She's hitting me," he said, making a cute face.
Everyone burst out laughing—even the maids.
"You're hiding behind her? You hurt her and now 'wifey, wifey'? Come here, Advait!"
"I'm your elder brother, not younger!" he protested.
"Then stop doing things that make me angry!"
Just then Papa arrived… and went silent in shock.
"Samira. What are you doing?"
"Papa, help me! Do you know what he did? He went to pick Pratiksha from the airport, signed a divorce contract with Arya for later, and last night he forced her!"
Papa slowly held out his hand.
"Samira. Give me the stick."
I gave it.
Advait's eyes widened.
"Papa, no—"
Papa started chasing him.
"Where will you run, you useless boy? I raised a dog!"
"If I forced her," Advait shouted while running, "then why is the love bite on me? It should be on her!"
Papa stopped.
I walked to Arya and checked her neck.
Four marks.
Then I looked at Advait—only two.
A soft smile slipped onto my face.
"Sorry, bro… does that mean she forced you?"
The entire house exploded into laughter.
Advait grabbed the stick and ran toward me.
"You little troublemaker! Now it's your turn!"
I screamed and ran.
Later, Advait and I sat facing each other, feeding Myra and Arniv.
We stared so intensely that we forgot to give them milk… and both babies started crying together.
Everyone laughed again.
"Stop it, Myra, drink your milk—"
I looked down. "Oh! Sorry, baby…"
Papa shook his head while eating dosa.
"Sammy, you're very angry today."
"Yes, Papa. I hate that he bullies Arya. Can we keep her as my sister?"
"No," Advait said immediately, pulling Arya's chair closer. "She's my wife."
"You don't care about her."
"I do."
And before anyone could react, he kissed her.
"See? She's mine."
Laughter filled the room again.
I stood up with my fork.
"You dare kiss her again and I'll make you regret it!"
I ran toward him—but Sarthak caught me and lifted me off the ground.
"Stop it. You're a mother now. What will Myra learn?"
I took Myra in my arms.
"Baby, your father doesn't know how to enjoy life. He's becoming an old uncle."
Everyone laughed.
Sarthak gave me a death stare.
"What did you say?"
"You're an uncle. Sarthak uncle."
"You— I'll show you now!"
He ran after me.
I screamed and ran too.
Manya giggled.
"Someone was saying we're not kids anymore…"
But the whole house felt warm, loud, and alive.
It was a beautiful morning.
That evening, I lay on the couch with my head in Maa's lap, scrolling through my phone while everyone talked around me.
Manya and I were gossiping about heroes when Sarthak walked in.
He bent down and kissed my forehead.
I immediately sat up and hugged him.
"Where's Myra?" he asked.
"She's sleeping."
"Okay. I'm going upstairs to meet my sweetheart. Bye."
I gasped dramatically.
"You don't love me anymore! I'm your sweetheart—not her!"
Everyone laughed.
He smiled, lifted me into his arms like a child, and carried me upstairs.
"Yes, yes… you're my sweetheart. My love."
He kissed my cheek as we disappeared upstairs together.