Feroz: "She loves you. Make sure to never break her heart. If anything happens to her because of you, remember that I will never lose again. She is my only family."
Surya: "There's no need to worry about her. She is everything to me."
They both go to their rooms.
Mass enters the room. Kk comes out after taking a bath.
She was dressed in her silk nightdress, the soft fabric flowing over her skin. She walked to the mirror and began her skincare routine, her face calm but distant. She was still ignoring Mass.
Mass slowly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, holding her like he couldn’t let go.
Kk: "Leave me."
Mass: "No… I’m sorry. I won’t stop you from meeting your friends again."
Kk: "I’m not upset about that."
Mass: "Then why are you feeling @ngry?"
Kk didn’t answer. Silence lingered.
Mass: "Shaili?"
At that, she glanced into the mirror. Their eyes met through the reflection, both mirrored in more ways than one. She studied his eyes, trying to read him.
Mass: "I apologize for not informing you earlier."
Kk: "If you had told me, I would have planned my reunion somewhere else."
Mass: "She’s only here for one week. After that, she’ll leave."
Kk: "She has to leave."
Mass: "Calm down. Okay?"
He softly k!ssed her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Then he placed his hands on her waist and gently turned her to face him.
Mass: "Do you feel jealous of her?"
He smirked slightly, teasing.
Kk removed his hands and walked away toward the bed.
Kk: "If you want to sleep with her, then go to her bedroom."
Mass: "That’s not the answer I’m looking for."
He grabbed her hand and lifted her into his arms without warning, walking toward the balcony.
Kk: "Put me down. And get out of my room."
Mass: "This is my room too."
Kk: "Should I go get Shaili and bring her here instead?"
Mass sat in the swing, keeping her in his lap.
Mass: "I won’t ever call her here again. Okay? Is that alright?"
Kk: "Not even in front of me."
Mass: "Okay. Majesty."
Kk nodded.
Mass: "Such a jealous cat."
Kk: "I told you before. I don’t like to share anything."
He placed a hand over his heart dramatically.
Mass: "Ufff. Someone is possessive of me."
She lightly slapped his chest.
Mass laughed.
Mass: "I’m joking."
Kk: "I’m not. I’m serious."
He tickled her. She laughed uncontrollably.
Kk: "Mass! Stop!"
After a moment, he stopped and gently caressed her forehead.
Mass: "I love you."
Kk slowly lifted herself and shifted so their faces met. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
Kk: "I love you too."
He pulled her closer by the waist and k!ssed her lips deeply.
Eventually, they broke the k!ss, breathless.
Their foreheads touched.
Kk: "Yes, I’m jealous. I don’t like my husband around women—whether it’s an ex, a friend, or anyone else."
Mass laughed softly.
Kk: "What’s making you laugh?"
Mass: "Okay. I understand."
Kk: "Better. Now we need to sleep. Tomorrow, we have to decide where to go."
Mass: "I don’t want to sleep."
Kk: "Then don’t."
She tried to stand up from his lap, but he quickly got up and caught her by the hips to steady her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck.
They entered the room, and he gently laid her on the bed. He pulled off his T-shirt.
Kk: "What are you planning to do?"
She narrowed her eyes at him.
Mass: "What exactly are you thinking right now?"
Kk: "No way. I want to sleep."
He hovered above her, brushing her skin with his lips.
He started k!ssing her neck, biting her earlobes gently, and then moved to her lips, deep and passionate.
After a while, he stopped and lay beside her, facing her.
Kk: "Why is it over quickly?"
Mass: "If I continue, what will you tell your friends tomorrow? That you’re stuck in bed?"
She processed his point, then sighed.
Kk: "Yeah… thank you for saving me."
She said it sarcastically.
Mass: "My pleasure."
Kk: "I want to sleep on you."
Mass: "Okay, come here."
He pulled her onto him and wrapped his arms around her.
Kk: "I can hear your heartbeat."
Mass: "IT ONLY BEATS FOR YOU."
Kk: "That’s such a teenage pickup line."
They both laughed.
He kissed her forehead.
They drifted into sleep.
Next Morning
After breakfast, everyone sat in the living room, discussing where to go.
Suddenly, a voice called out from the entrance:
??: "Good morning, everyone!"
Kk’s eyes widened.
Kk: "You called them too?"
Aaisha: "Yes."
Kk groaned and rubbed her forehead.
Surya leaned in to whisper,
Surya: "What happened?"
Kk: "Nothing. Just… don’t get @ngry, please. I’m sorry on their behalf."
Mass: "Why are you talking like that?"
Kk: "You’ll see soon."
A group headed toward her—but ignored her entirely and walked straight to Surya.
Each one gave him a hug.
Kk glared.
Her friends—Alex, Allen, Zady, Nick, Jack, Martin, Max, Jacob, Charlie, Jim—each greeted Surya.
Alex: "Congratulations on your wedding."
Nick: "What do we call you now?"
Jim: "Aaisha, what are you calling him?"
Aaisha: "Jivs."
Max: "Okay. We’ll call you Jivs too!"
Everyone laughed.
Feroz: "Do you even know what 'Jivs' means?"
Jacob: "It sounds cool."
Abhimanyu: "It means sister’s husband."
Martin: "Oh, damn. She’s not our sister!"
Allen: "Then we’ll call you Mr. Mafia!"
Surya: "Okay."
Kk: "Hello?"
Zade: "We don’t talk to someone who didn’t invite us to her wedding."
She rolled her eyes.
They left… and reentered one by one, each holding a black rose and a gift.
Each walked up to Kk.
Alex handed her a rose, a box, k!ssed her cheek, and hugged her.
Alex: "I missed you, my queen. Happy New Year. Open it."
She opened the box.
Kk: "A car key?"
Aaisha: "Lamborghini!"
Kk: "Black?"
Alex: "Of course."
Charlie hugged and k!ssed her too.
Kk: "My favorite cupcakes!"
Every friend gave her gifts—expensive ones like cars, watches, villas—and a black rose.
Surya clenched his jaw, watching.
Feroz noticed and smirked.
Finally, Feroz stood.
Kk: "You’re the last one?"
Feroz: "Yes."
He gave her a rose and some papers.
She read them—eyes wide—and hugged him instantly. He k!ssed her forehead.
Kk: "Thank you so much!"
Surya’s jaw tightened further.
Ali: "What’s that paper?"
Kk: "He invested in my company."
Nargis: "Your company?"
Kk: "I’m planning to take over Kero’s. Feroz is my first partner."
Feroz locked eyes with Surya.
Kk: "Gift session over! Finally!"
Aamir: "So where are we going?"
Kk: "Pool party?"
Shaili: "Let’s go to the beach!"
Everyone stared.
Surya: "Yes. Let’s go to the beach. Pool parties can happen anytime."
Kk’s friends exchanged looks—aware that she hated when her opinions were dismissed.
Feroz: "I vote pool party."
Aaisha: "Same."
Alex: "Us too."
Suddenly, Cassidy, Shen, Jadav, and the kids entered.
Allen: "Cassidy? Shen?"
They greeted each other.
Kk: "Okay, fine. You all go to the beach. We’ll have the pool party."
Shaili: "She’s right. Two reunions, two parties."
Surya: "But…"
Sinem: "Let’s just arrange it separately."
Meera: "What’s going on?"
Nargis: "Your dad’s friends are going to the beach. We’re having a pool party."
Shaili: "Meera, Cassidy, Jadav, come."
Kk’s eyes flicked toward her.
Meera: "I’m staying with my mom. So, pool party!"
Samar/Sahil: "Me too!"
Kk smiled proudly.
Rohan: "Cassidy? Jadav?"
Jadav: "I’m team bhabhi!"
Cassidy: "Sorry, but the pool party sounds way more fun!"
Kk felt like she’d won.
They all headed to their rooms.
Mass: "Why a separate party? You love beaches."
Kk: "You can join us. But why did you side with Shaili?"
Mass: "Because we can have pool parties anytime."
Kk: "Why argue? I didn’t stop you."
Mass: "Fine. But why do your friends k!ss you? I let it slide this time, but next time I won’t if they touch my wife."
Kk: "I won’t call them again."
She stormed to the wardrobe and returned dressed.
Mass stared—head to toe.
She wore a red bikini. She looked breathtaking.
She went to dress Saumya.
Mass walked to the wardrobe and returned with a crochet crop top and denim shorts.
Mass: "You’re not wearing this bikini."
He dropped the clothes on the bed.
Mass: "Wear these."
Kk: "What the hell? Why are you doing this?"
Mass: "I don’t care what you wear when I’m with you. But when I’m not… no."
Kk: "You’re having issues with me lately."
Mass: "Kat, don’t imagine things."
Kk: "I’m not. I see it. I’m free to wear what I want."
Mass clenched his jaw.
Mass: "Fine. Do whatever you want."
He stormed out.
Surya: "Rohan, I’m going to check the beach arrangements."
Rohan: "Alright."
Mass left the house.
Kk came down with Saumya.
Alex: "May I hold her?"
Kk nodded and handed Saumya to him.
Allen: "She’s so adorable!"
Jim: "Her eyes are just like Kk’s."
Surya’s group went to the beach.
Jacob: "We didn’t expect that outfit."
Kk: "Wash your brain."
They all laughed.
Cassidy turned on the music.
Samar: "Let’s play pool volleyball!"
Ali: "Yes!"
Feroz: "I want to sleep."
Nike: "Sleep is for old people!"
Everyone laughed.
After saying that, he steps outside, his footsteps fading into the calm hum of the morning.
He walks into the living room, scanning the space.
Surya: "Rohan, I'm heading to the beach to check on the setup. Everything needs to be perfect."
Rohan: "Got it. Let me know if you need help."
Without waiting for a reply, Mass walks out of the house, a sense of focus in his stride.
Moments later, Kk descends the stairs with Saumya in her arms, her face calm, yet distant.
Alex: "Is it okay if I take her for a while?"
Without a word, Kk gently hands Saumya to him.
Allen: "She’s absolutely adorable. Such a sweet little angel."
Jim: "Her eyes… they’re identical to Kk’s. No denying that."
Surya’s friends begin heading toward the beach, voices rising in excitement.
Jacob: "Relax, we’re not expecting you to wear that, you know."
Kk: "Wash your brain."
Everyone bursts into laughter at her quick wit.
They head outside as Cassidy cranks up the music, the rhythm flowing into the open air.
Samar: "Pool volleyball, anyone?"
Ali: "Count me in!"
Feroz: "I just want to sleep."
Nike: "Yeah, that's a favorite pastime of senior citizens."
Laughter erupts again.
Feroz: "Exactly. Which is why newborns are experts at decision-making."
Sinem: "Point for Feroz, zero for Nike."
Max: "Nike, you’re outmatched."
Nike: "Of course. How can I win against mafia men?"
The girl gang gathers, gossiping and giggling—everyone except Kk, who stays a little removed, sitting in a lounge chair and playing with Saumya.
Feroz quietly walks over and sits beside her, glancing sideways.
Feroz: "Your husband told you not to wear a bikini, right?"
Kk remains silent, focused on Saumya’s tiny fingers wrapped around hers.
Feroz smirks faintly.
Feroz: "He doesn’t like his woman wearing revealing clothes in front of other men when he’s not around."
Kk: "Why don’t you marry him then? You seem to know him inside out."
Her voice is laced with sarcasm, her eyes still not meeting his.
Feroz: "Because I do know him."
Kk: "Then why are you defending him? I thought you hated him."
Feroz: "I’m not defending. Just stating facts."
Meanwhile...
Surya sits on a large rock by the shore, phone in hand. His lips curl into a rare smile as he watches the live feed from the CCTV cameras installed back home. He sees Kk—wearing exactly what he asked her to.
He shifts his gaze toward the sea, thoughtful and quiet.
Shaili appears beside him, brushing her hair behind her ear.
Shaili: "What’s on your mind?"
Surya: "Nothing."
Shaili: "Let me guess… Kk, right?"
Surya stays silent.
Shaili: "She hates me. That’s not a surprise."
Surya: "I’m sorry, Shaili… on her behalf."
Shaili: "Don’t be. I don’t care what she thinks."
Surya: "Thanks for being mature about it. Do you… want to talk to Feroz?"
Shaili: "He won’t want to talk to me."
Surya: "You're probably right. But if you change your mind, I can try to help."
Shaili: "No need. He’s moved on. I should too."
Surya: "As you wish."
Later that evening, they all return home. Everyone disperses to their rooms for a break.
Kk walks toward Mass, hoping to speak. But he brushes past her like a ghost, heading straight into the bathroom.
When he emerges, he says nothing. Just sits at his laptop, eyes glued to the screen.
That night, everyone gathers for dinner—everyone except Shaili.
The dining space buzzes with conversation and laughter.
Eventually, Shaili enters, draped elegantly in a saree.
Martin: "Why do you always wear a saree?"
Kabir: "Because her ex liked her dressed traditional."
Suddenly, the room falls silent. Tension coils in the air.
Kk clenches her jaw, visibly disturbed. Feroz puts down his fork.
Shaili looks at Surya. Surya's eyes shift toward Feroz.
Kk: "I need to check on the baby."
Surya: "Kat…"
But she’s already out of her chair, heading to her room.
Feroz rises too.
Feroz: "Thank you for the food."
He walks out of the house without another word.
Shaili follows, heading to her room as well.
Surya: "Thank you, Mr. Kabir."
Ishan: "Wow. One sentence triggered three people. Impressive."
Surya: "Next time, be clear who you’re pointing at. Shaili was married to me, so Kat assumed you meant me. But you were actually talking about Feroz."
Max: "Good luck, man. She looked pissed."
Surya: "Yeah. Thanks."
Kabir: "Sorry, man."
Surya: "It’s fine."
Later, as they return to their rooms, Mass enters and finds Kk already asleep, curled up with Saumya beside her.
He walks quietly over to them, kisses Kk’s forehead, then gently tucks the blanket over both of them. He lies down on the other side, gazing at them for a long moment.
Next morning...
Kk wakes early, refreshed. She gets ready quickly and sends a message to the group chat:
"We’re going shopping."
Two hours later, she dresses Saumya and heads to the living room. Mass is still fast asleep.
Aaisha: "Let’s grab breakfast outside."
Feroz: "Sure."
The group—including the kids, Cassidy, Shen, and Jadav—heads out for breakfast.
A little later, Surya wakes and notices Kk is gone. He gets ready and descends the stairs.
Surya: "Where is everyone?"
Shaili: "They went for breakfast and shopping."
Surya: "Jadav and Cassidy too?"
Aamir: "They’re with them."
Priya: "Whose side are they even on?"
Surya: "They’re fiercely loyal to Kat… Makes me feel like I’m the biggest traitor sometimes."
The group laughs.
Heer: "I want to go shopping too!"
Vihan: "Let’s go then!"
Shaili: "That’s a great idea."
Surya: "Alright. Let’s all go."
Surya calls Jadav.
Surya: "Where are you guys?"
Jadav shares their location. Soon, Surya and the rest reach the same mall.
Surya sees Kk and without hesitation, gently takes Saumya from her arms. Kk doesn’t even glance at him.
The group splits off for shopping. Surya and Feroz sit together on a couch while Kk browses.
Feroz is scrolling his phone, ignoring Surya.
Surya: "Saumya, how do you think we can convince your mom?"
Feroz: "Tell your dad I already explained everything yesterday. He just needs to talk to her. She’ll come around."
Surya glances at him.
Surya: "Thanks. I wasn’t expecting your help."
Feroz doesn’t reply. He just continues scrolling.
Surya: "I’m going to talk to her now. Saumya, go to your new Chex."
Feroz slowly lowers his phone, processing.
Surya rises and gently places Saumya in Feroz’s lap.
Feroz: "What…?"
Surya: "Come on. Hold her."
Feroz: "Why me?"
Surya: "I need to talk to Kat."
Feroz: "I’m still not speaking to you."
Surya: "I know."
Feroz: "So…?"
Surya: "Just for a few minutes, man."
Feroz: "What?!"
Surya: "Please. Quick."
Feroz reluctantly takes Saumya into his arms. Surya rushes toward the changing rooms.
Feroz stares at the baby in disbelief.
Feroz: "I swear to God… I will kill your father, Saumya."
Saumya suddenly begins crying.
Feroz: "Whoa whoa! Hey! I was kidding, okay? Don’t cry."
She sniffles, then quiets.
Feroz: "Dada’s Princess..."
Meanwhile, Surya approaches the changing room. The door opens—Mass is there, and he pulls Kk gently inside.
Kk: "Excuse me, what are you doing?!"
Mass: "I need to talk to you."
Kk: "I don’t want to hear it."
Mass: "Please… You already know what yesterday was about."
Kk doesn’t respond.
Mass: "Why are you ignoring me?"
Kk: "Am I ignoring you? You’re the one who ignored me first—for something that wasn’t even my fault."
Mass: "I was upset because you chose to split up the party."
He cups her face tenderly.
Mass: "I’m sorry, my love."
Kk: "You’ve been saying sorry since the week began."
Mass lets out a quiet chuckle.
Mass: "Maybe this one will be the last."
Kk smiles faintly.
Mass leans in, kissing her softly on her lips and cheeks.
Mass: "Let’s go."
He takes her hand and they step out—Feroz is still there, holding Saumya, surrounded by women.
??: "Such a cute baby!"
??: "She’s so beautiful!"
??: "Is she yours?"
Feroz: "Oh—no, no. She’s my brother’s daughter."
Surya: "Yes, she’s mine."
Feroz freezes. He realizes Surya heard everything.
??: "She’s beautiful, just like her mother."
Kk: "Thank you."
As the women leave, Kk turns to Mass.
Kk: "Someone just said he’s your brother?"
Feroz quickly hands Saumya back to her.
Feroz: "I didn’t mean it like that."
Surya: "Oh sure, you said it, and we believe it."
Feroz: "Whatever."
Mass and Kk share a quiet laugh.
Mass takes Saumya, and they walk together.
Mass: "Let’s grab lunch."
They sit and place their orders.
Kk: "Do you two want to talk?"
Mass: "I’m ready."
Feroz glares.
Feroz: "I don’t want to."
Kk: "Come on, Feroz. End this war already."
Feroz: "Why should I? He started it."
Mass: "That’s not true. I even came to your house to tell you everything, but you didn’t believe me."
Feroz: "Why would I believe you? When the man who killed my parents made a call… said, ‘Surya, it’s all clear. You can marry my daughter.’"
Kk: "What the hell, Mass?!"
Mass: "Wait. I never said that. Shaili’s father never contacted me. And if you doubt me—I’ll show you proof. Check my call logs."
Feroz: "You’re saying he didn’t call you?"
Mass: "I swear—on Kk and on Saumya—I had no involvement. I didn’t say a word to harm your family."
Kk: "So this was all a setup… Alright, then. From now on, you and Mass should stay apart."
Mass: "How could you think I would ever plan something like that?"
Feroz: Just like you imagine, I killed her parents. His voice was cold and detached, as if the truth no longer carried weight.
Kk: You didn’t kill her parents? Then who did it? Her voice trembled, confusion and disbelief tightening her chest.
Feroz: Someone made it their mission to destroy our friendship... and they succeeded in doing so. Bitterness laced his words as he stared off into the distance.
Mass: Who? His tone was sharp, filled with a tense curiosity.
Feroz: Just a rival. I’ve already killed him. He’s gone. The words dropped from his lips with grim finality.
Mass: Now, what? Would you like to have a conversation with Shaili? Would you be willing to accept her? He asked carefully, hope glimmering beneath the surface.
Feroz: No. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t want to see her face. Ultimately, my parents were killed by her father. Pain weighed heavily in every word.
Mass: What’s her fault in all this? He spoke gently, trying to reason with him.
Feroz: You know that I gave my 100% in that relationship. Every bit of me. I stood against my own family... against my parents. But in the end, she didn’t even stand with me. His voice cracked slightly, the sting of betrayal still fresh in his heart.
Mass: She suffered as well, Feroz. His voice softened, his eyes filled with understanding.
Feroz: I feel guilty... because I didn’t listen to my parents. I lost everything I had... my family, my peace, my purpose—just because I loved her. Regret pooled in his eyes, his shoulders slumping.
Mass: You should talk to her. His tone was quiet, almost pleading.
Kk: Don’t force him. She cut in protectively, her voice firm.
Feroz: I have no desire to do it. His words were final, laced with exhaustion.
Kk: Okay. Let’s end this discussion here. She exhaled slowly, attempting to dissolve the tension.
They quietly sat down to eat their lunch. The air between them was heavy with emotion, but the silence offered a brief moment of peace. Mass gently picked up Saumya in his arms.
They began to walk toward the ground floor. Their footsteps echoed as they descended, the sounds of chatter growing louder as they approached the group of friends.
Suddenly, a man rushed past carelessly and bumped into Kk. His drink spilled all over her clothes, the cold splash pulling her out of her thoughts.
Man: Sorry, Miss. My foot tripped and it landed on your dress. He fumbled, clearly panicked.
Kk looked down at the stain, her anger flaring instantly, eyes narrowing.
Kk: Are you blind? Her voice snapped like a whip.
Man: I’m really sorry. It’s merely a mistake. He raised his hands apologetically, guilt etched on his face.
Feroz: It’s okay. He spoke calmly, trying to diffuse the moment.
Mass: You can go. His tone was curt and dismissive.
The man nodded and turned to leave, trying to escape the scene.
Their friends arrived at the same moment, catching the tail end of the tension.
Kk: Bloody bastard. She muttered, fire still in her voice.
Man: What did you say? He turned, his pride stung.
Kk: What you heard. She stared him down, unapologetic and seething.
Man: It’s just a mistake. He said, trying to maintain his composure.
Mass: Kat. He warned softly, sensing the storm building.
Feroz: I apologize on behalf of her. Please go. His voice was steady, trying to restore calm.
Kk: Why are you apologizing to him? Her voice cracked with fury.
Man: He understands the etiquette. The man smirked arrogantly.
Kk didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, grabbed him by the neck, and started choking him, her rage boiling over uncontrollably.
Kk: I’M HERE WITH MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS. IF THEY WEREN’T HERE, YOU’D BE DEAD BY NOW! Her voice roared with fury as her grip tightened.
Mass: Leave him, Kat! He rushed forward, panic rising.
Mass grabbed her wrists, trying to pry her hands off the man’s neck. Feroz joined in, helping him pull her away.
Aaisha: Kk, leave him! Her voice rang out in fear and desperation.
They managed to separate her from the man, who stumbled back, gasping for air.
Feroz: Please go. His voice was firm, brooking no argument.
Man: She is a psycho. He muttered angrily, rubbing his throat.
Hearing that, Kk surged forward again, her fists clenched, but Mass quickly held her back.
Mass: I apologize once again. Please leave. His voice was tight, barely holding back his own anger.
Kk glared at the man, chest heaving with rage. She jerked her arm free from Mass’s grip and stormed off toward the parking lot.
Mass quickly handed Saumya to Jadav and followed her without a word. She yanked open the car door, but before she could step in, Mass lifted her into his arms.
Kk: Put me down! She squirmed, furious and frustrated.
Mass: No. His reply was calm but unyielding.
He opened the passenger door and sat inside the car with her still in his arms. Feroz was already behind the wheel, glancing at them from the mirror.
Kk: I am not a child you carry in your lap. Her voice was sharp, still burning from the earlier confrontation.
Mass: Yes, you are. He smirked, the teasing light in his eyes.
Feroz started driving, the tension gradually thinning.
Feroz: What was that behavior? His voice was calm but laced with disappointment.
Kk: Nothing was done by me. She replied defensively, crossing her arms.
Mass: Yes, yes. There was nothing you did. He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Feroz: It was just a mistake. He reminded gently.
Kk: So… She looked away, unwilling to concede.
Mass: You’re overreacting. He said matter-of-factly.
Feroz: He said sorry for that. His tone was quiet.
Kk: Okay, fine. I’m wrong. Are you both satisfied? She snapped, turning her head to stare out the window.
Feroz: Shorty, calm down. He said with a small chuckle.
Kk: Don’t call me by that name. Her voice was icy.
Feroz: Which name? Shorty? He grinned, clearly amused.
Kk: Don’t. Her voice was low and deadly serious.
Mass: What is this? He laughed, watching the exchange.
Feroz: It’s her nickname. He said, amused.
They both chuckled, finding delight in teasing her.
Mass: It’s a nice name. He said with a smirk.
Kk stayed silent, pointedly turning her face away.
Feroz: She looks cute when she’s angry. His voice was playful, eyes twinkling.
Mass: That is true. He agreed, mischief bubbling up.
Mass suddenly reached out and tickled her side. She gasped, then broke into laughter despite herself.
Kk: Mass, please stop! She laughed uncontrollably, swatting at him.
The car was filled with laughter as the heavy weight from earlier began to lift.
They finally arrived home, still smiling—leaving behind the chaos.
To be continued.....
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