Chapter 10: Overprotective Fathers & Scheming Mothers

Vikram’s Training Disaster

Vikram Sinha paced back and forth on the cricket ground, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. His beloved daughter, Riya, stood at the crease, gripping her bat like a warrior ready for battle.

But in Vikram’s eyes?

She was still his little girl who used to fall down while running and cry over a tiny scratch.

"This is a BAD idea," Vikram muttered.

Aarav smirked, arms folded. "You agreed to train her, remember? Or do you want to go and explain to Neha why you're backing out?"

Vikram shot him a glare. "I’d rather get hit by a bouncer."

"That can be arranged," Ayaan said, spinning a cricket ball in his hand.

Vikram ignored him. He turned to Riya, clearing his throat. "Alright, listen up! Today’s lesson—defense! No rash shots, no risks. We play safe, understood?"

Riya frowned. "Appa, cricket is about taking risks. That’s how you win!"

Vikram’s eyes widened in horror. "Win?! Who cares about winning? It’s about SURVIVAL. What if the ball hits you? What if you trip? What if—"

"Appa, I’ve played cricket for years now."

"And I’ve been your father for 16 years. I think I win here."

Ayaan rolled his eyes. "This is going to be a disaster."

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Mothers vs. Fathers—The Ultimate War

On the sidelines, Isha and Neha sat comfortably, sipping coconut water, watching the drama unfold.

Isha smirked. "So, what do you think, Neha?"

Neha flipped her hair. "I think we should just accept it. Our kids are meant to be together."

Isha nodded. "Exactly. Look at the way they argue. The chemistry is undeniable."

Neha sighed dramatically. "Two best friends becoming samdhans—it’s fate!"

Hearing this, Vikram almost choked on air. "WHAT?!"

Aarav raised an eyebrow. "What are you two planning now?"

Isha and Neha exchanged a look before grinning mischievously.

"Oh, nothing," Neha said innocently.

"Just making future plans," Isha added.

Vikram and Aarav exchanged panicked glances.

Ayaan and Riya, overhearing, immediately turned to each other in horror.

"NO WAY!" they shouted in unison.

Neha and Isha simply laughed, completely ignoring them.

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Grandmothers' Fury Awaits

After an exhausting day, they finally returned home—only to find two furious women standing in the living room.

Aarav gulped. "Oh no."

Ayaan whispered, "Who’s the other one?"

Aarav sighed. "That’s my mother. This is about to get ugly."

Before anyone could react—

"AYAAAAN MEHTA!" Dadi’s voice shook the house.

"RIYA SINHA!" Amma’s voice followed right after.

Ayaan and Riya immediately stood frozen in place.

Dadi crossed her arms. "So, you both went to Delhi and didn’t even tell your Dadi?"

Amma sniffed dramatically. "We are just old women who raised you, but of course, who cares about us?"

Ayaan panicked. "Wait—Dadi, it's not like that—"

Riya stepped forward, attempting damage control. "Amma, listen—"

"Don’t ‘Amma’ me, Riya! You and Ayaan BOTH left us alone for WEEKS!"

Dadi sniffed, dramatically holding her chest. "I had to drink BITTER KARELA JUICE in my sadness!"

Amma gasped. "You too? I also lost my appetite for sweets!"

Aarav and Vikram looked at each other.

"They’re faking it, right?" Vikram whispered.

Aarav sighed. "Does it matter? We’ve already lost."

Neha and Isha, meanwhile, enjoyed the scene thoroughly.

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To Be Continued...

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