Chapter 3: Kites, Charms & Forgotten Names

Morning Rumble in the Hall
Aarav swung open the breakfast hall doors and froze. Meher lay face-down across the table, her dupatta draped over a half-eaten paratha. He stalked forward, eyes cold.
Aarav (icy): "Tumhari jooti bhi sahi se lace nahi kiya? Ek new bride hi itni sloppy ho sakti hai?"
Meher snorted, lifting her head.
Meher: "Aur ek new groom hi itna over-confident. Sharam karo, Sehgal sahib."