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Hello My Gummy Bears🧸

Hope you all are amazing.

Let's just begin with our story.

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Adwitya's POV.

The next morning, I woke up to find it was already 9 AM. I headed downstairs for breakfast, where both my family and his were gathered. As soon as I entered, Aavya, Anaaya, and Shikha practically formed a human chain, dragging me to an empty seat. "Aap baitho yaha, hum aapka breakfast le aate hai," they chirped, disappearing like a synchronized team of mischievous squirrels. (You sit here, we will bring your breakfast.)

I greeted the elders, and after they retreated (probably to discuss the latest stock market trends or alien sightings), I returned to my designated seat. Shikha and Aavya reappeared, balancing plates like seasoned acrobats, and sat beside me, leaving the seat opposite me suspiciously empty. Just as I looked at my plate, I heard Tara's excited squeal. "PJ!" she cried, running towards him.

He lifted her into his arms, hugging her tightly, and settled into the seat directly across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. I managed a small smile and took another bite, only to choke when I heard Tara's innocent observation. "PJ, aapko bade wale mosquito ne bite kiya hai aap ke neck pe!"  (PJ! A big mosquito has bitten on your neck!)

Every head in the room snapped towards him. "Here," Bhabhi said, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter as she handed me a glass of water. My face instantly turned the color of a rare, exotic tomato found only in the depths of the Amazon. The memory of my "big mosquito" explanation to Tara painfully fresh.

"Aaram se, Adhuuuuu," Bhai said, patting my back a little too vigorously.  (Careful, Adhuuuuuu)

"your blush is going to set off the smoke detectors," Bhabhi chuckled.

"Oh, Tara, that 'mosquito' must have been a heavyweight champion" Bhabhi declared, walking to him, taking Tara and giving me a look that could melt glaciers. "This mosquito is as big as a 5'6 height!" 

"Ahhh, itna bada machar, Mumma? Kya wo bhi Ruhan chahu k jaise protein shake pita hai?" Tara asked, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. (Ahhh, this big mosquito? Does it drink protein shakes like Ruhan Uncle?) 

Every gaze was fixed on either him or me, a mix of amusement and teasing in their eyes.

"WHAT kind of mosquito bite are we talking about?" Bhai roared, his glare laser-focused on him. But wasn't it me who gave him a hickey, while I'm walking around like a saint? The universe has a weird sense of humor! 

"A very motivated mosquito," Bhabhi said, feigning angelic innocence.

 "Oh," Bhai mumbled, his glare still smoldering like a slow-burning fuse. 

"Wahi main sochu itne fresh kyu lagre hai Bhai," Akarsh quipped, earning a snort from Ruhan. (That's why I think he looks so fresh.) 

"Isn't it a hick—" Advik started, before Anaaya stuffed a blueberry muffin in his mouth, effectively turning him into a blue-faced mime. 

"There's a kid, Advik, and your internal censor is on vacation," Akarsh scolded, giving him a light head-smack. 

"The mosquito must be Wild," Bhabhi muttered, winking at me.

 "Indeed, it was a very passionate and wild mosquito," he retorted, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "with impeccable taste."

Anaaya leaned in, her voice low. "Looks like someone's turning as red as a tomato, and I'm live-streaming it!" she teased, holding up her phone like a news reporter.

Aavya added, her eyes sparkling. "Looks like there's a blockbuster movie plot behind that 'mosquito bite', and I'm demanding a director's cut," she murmured, with a dramatic sigh. 

Shikha leaned in "And they say mosquitoes only come out at night! Clearly, this one was working overtime, with benefits," with a theatrical wink. 

My neck and face flamed crimson, and I stared at my lap, and I wanted to become one with the floor. Their teasing was relentless, but somehow, I was starting to find it... almost endearing?

 "Jiju, maybe we should get that 'mosquito' a restraining order, or at least a photo ID. Seems like it's soon becoming a repeat offender," Ruhan suggested, stifling a laugh.

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Aarav's POV.

The dining hall was a riot of morning chatter, and upon my arrival, Tara's delighted shriek pierced the air. "PJ!" she cried, barreling towards me like a tiny, enthusiastic missile. I knelt, catching her in a hug, and then strategically positioned myself in the only empty seat—directly opposite Adwitya.

My gaze was immediately drawn to her, but Tara's innocent remark detonated like a comedic grenade. "PJ, aapko bade wale mosquito ne bite kiya hai aap ke neck pe!" (PJ, a big mosquito bit you on your neck!) A wave of stunned silence washed over the room, followed by Adwitya's sudden, dramatic coughing fit.

I cursed inwardly, realizing I'd forgotten to swap shirts. Shranya Bhabhi, with a twinkle in her eye, offered Adwitya water, her expression a mix of amusement and mock concern. Adhikshit Bhai's attempt at a stern glare was undermined by the smirk playing on his lips. "Aaram se, Adhuuuuu," he mumbled. (Careful, Adhuuuuuu)

"Your blush is going to set off the hotel's fire alarm," Shranya Bhabhi added, chuckling.

"Oh, Tara, that 'mosquito' must have been a heavyweight champion," Shranya Bhabhi declared, scooping Tara into her arms and giving Adwitya a look that could melt glaciers. "This mosquito is as big as a 5'6 height!"

Tara's eyes widened in innocent wonder. "Ahhh, itna bada machar, Mumma? Kya wo bhi Ruhan chachu k jaise protein shake pita hai?" (Ahhh, this big mosquito? Does it drink protein shakes like Ruhan Uncle?)

Adhikshit Bhai, finally losing patience, demanded, "WHAT kind of mosquito bite are we talking about?"

"A very motivated mosquito," Shranya Bhabhi replied, her tone dripping with mock innocence.

"Ohh," he grumbled, his skeptical gaze lingering.

The room was filled with teasing grins. "Wahi main sochu itne fresh kyu lagre hai Bhai," Akarsh quipped, earning a sharp glare from me. (That's why I think he looks so fresh.)

Advik's attempt to add fuel to the fire was swiftly silenced by Anaaya, who stuffed a blueberry muffin into his mouth. "There's a kid, Advik, and your internal censor is on strike," Akarsh scolded, adding a light tap to his head.

"The mosquito must be Wild," Shranya Bhabhi muttered, winking at Adwitya.

"Indeed, it was a very passionate and wild mosquito," I retorted, my eyes sparkling with mischief, "with impeccable taste."

Adwitya's face flushed a deeper shade of crimson as Anaaya, Aavya, and Shikha whispered in her ear. I couldn't help but smile at her adorable embarrassment.

"Jiju, maybe we should get that 'mosquito' a restraining order, or at least a photo ID. Seems like it's soon becoming a repeat offender," Ruhan suggested, stifling a laugh.

"It's a rash from the kurta," I lied, maintaining eye contact with Adwitya, enjoying the way her cheeks bloomed.

Adhikshit Bhai seemed to buy it, but Shranya Bhabhi's knowing look suggested otherwise. "Yeah, might be a rash," Aavya echoed, emphasizing the word.

"Yeah Jiju, aap bolre ho toh hum man lete hai," Shikha added, her voice laced with playful skepticism. (If you say so.)

Adwitya, visibly flustered, excused herself, citing a phone call. I watched her hasty retreat, a chuckle escaping my lips at her endearing awkwardness.

"It happens, Bhai. Hum samajh sakte hai," Anaaya said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. (We understand, Bhai.)

"Enough," I said, cutting through the teasing. "Have your breakfast." as I left the dining hall, their laughter echoing behind me.

Later, I was summoned to my parents' room. Entering, I found my entire family with her's gathered, their eyes fixed on me. "Aarav Beta, hum sab ne yeh decide kiya hai ki hume Jaipur ghoomna hai," Dad announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. (Aarav Beta, we decided to explore Jaipur, visiting different places.)

"Okay Dad, main guide ko bula leta hu, tabtak aap sab ready hojeyh, phir hum sab sath me chalte hai," I replied. (Okay Dad, I will call the guide, till then you all get ready, then we will all go together.)

"Bhai, are you serious? Are you for real right now?" Advik exclaimed, his surprise mirrored on the faces of my other siblings. Their astonishment was understandable; I rarely took them sightseeing. But Adwitya's hopeful eyes, shining with anticipation, had made it impossible to refuse.

With a pointed look at Advik, I nodded and left the room, calling the guide and booking him for the rest of the day.

An hour later, I stood by the cars, awaiting their arrival. The elders emerged first, followed shortly by Adhikshit Bhai, Shranya Bhabhi, Tara, Ruhan, Advik, and Akarsh. Then, a melodious giggle reached my ears, and my breath hitched. My heart raced as I took in the breathtaking sight of Adwitya. She wore a deep emerald green anarkali suit, the color mirroring my own eyes, adorned with silver oxidized jhumkas and bangles, and a delicate black bindi on her forehead. She looked like an angel.

My reverie was broken by the sound of a bike pulling up to the gate. Spotting the guide, I directed everyone to their respective cars and went to speak with him. Once everyone was settled, I started the engine, leading the convoy of two cars for the elders and two for the youngsters.

We began our tour with the City Palace, followed by Amber Palace, Jal Mahal, Nahargarh Fort, Jantar Mantar, Albert Hall Museum, Jaigarh Fort, and finally, Hawa Mahal.

Upon reaching Jaigarh Fort, Tara spotted a fair and pleaded to go. However, no one else seemed inclined to join. I inquired about the time needed to explore the fort, and the guide informed me it would take approximately two hours.Excusing myself, I approached Shranaya Bhabhi. "Bhabhi, is it fine if I take Tara to the fair?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. "Give me your phone."

 Handing my phone to her, "Ummm, agar yeh aapko preshan kre toh aap mujhe call kar lena." (If she throws tantrums or troubles you, you can call me.)

Lifting Tara into my arms, I announced, "We will be going to the fair, as you wanted."

A radiant smile lit up her face, and she hugged me tightly.

"Here is your phone, Tara, PJ ko preshan matt karna," Shranaya Bhabhi said, waving us off. (Don't trouble your PJ.)

As we walked towards the fair, Tara looked up at me with her sweet smile. "PJ, hum date pe jare hai?" (PJ, are we going on a date?)

"You don't want to go?" I asked, feigning disappointment.

She giggled, "I want to!"

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