Rathoure Mansion – Morning, After Breakfast 🌤️

The morning sun danced through the tall windows, splashing soft golden light across the elegant living room. The Rathoure boys sprawled comfortably across the sofas, laughter echoing like music. Innaya sat opposite them, still in Ved's oversized black t-shirt, headphones dangling loosely around her neck, lazily scrolling through reels on her phone 🎧.

The air was light — a perfect mix of comfort, teasing, and the warmth of home.

Aayan (grinning):
"Guys, look at her— already in weekend mode while we're stuck adulting."

Kabir (pretending to sigh):
"Right? Some people just know how to live the chill life."

Eshan (mock-serious):
"Innaya, you planning to open a 'how to ignore chaos and look cool' class anytime soon?"

Innaya (smirking):
"Maybe... you boys can be my first batch." 😌

Laughter broke out instantly, light and easy. Even Rudra, who was usually quiet, cracked a faint smile, shaking his head.

Zayan (teasing):
"Ved's shirt, huh? Guess that's the new Rathoure uniform."

Innaya (playful):
"Please, this shirt has more personality than you all combined."

Kabir (pretending to clutch his heart):
"Ouch. I felt that personally." 😂

The boys laughed again, tossing cushions at each other like kids. The mansion buzzed with warmth — no jealousy, no tension — just pure, friendly chaos.

Rathoure Mansion – Living Room, Mid-Morning ☕

After breakfast, Kabir pulled out a deck of cards, eyes gleaming mischievously.

Kabir:
"Alright, team Rathoure... how about a friendly match? Winner gets to pick a song for Innaya's playlist." 🎶

Innaya (raising a brow):
"Oh? That sounds like a dangerous amount of power."

Eshan (teasing):
"Exactly. So don't lose, or we're all doomed to sad songs for a week."

Aayan (smiling):
"Or we could end up with dance tracks only... depends on her mood."

Rudra (softly):
"Let's make it fun. No strategy, just vibes."

And with that, the game began. Cards shuffled, laughter grew louder, and the air filled with playful competitiveness.

Zayan (grinning):
"Innaya, your poker face is too good. Are you secretly a pro?"

Innaya (grinning):
"Maybe... maybe not. You'll find out when I win." 😏

Every win brought teasing, every loss brought more laughter. The room felt alive — not from rivalry but from the pure joy of being together.

Kabir (laughing):
"Okay, who taught you that trick? Because I call cheat!"

Innaya (mock gasp):
"Excuse me! Talent, not cheat!"

Eshan (grinning):
"Let's settle this with a rematch!"

Rathoure Mansion – Living Room, Late Morning 🌈

When the cards were done, no one wanted the fun to end. Eshan tossed a cushion at Innaya, and she caught it effortlessly, laughing.

Innaya (playful):
"Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that!"

Aayan (smirking):
"Challenge accepted!"

Soon, a mini pillow fight broke out, laughter echoing through the hall. Zayan tried to sneak up but tripped over a cushion, earning a round of giggles.

Kabir, still doodling in his notebook, showed Innaya a funny sketch of everyone — exaggerated faces and silly expressions.

Innaya (laughing, clutching her stomach):
"Oh my God, Kabir, you made Eshan look like a superhero gone wrong!" 😂

Eshan (laughing):
"Hey! I prefer 'charmingly dramatic,' thank you very much!"

Even Rudra, who had been quietly watching, joined in — tossing a small cushion at Kabir and saying dryly:

Rudra (deadpan):
"Now that's a masterpiece."

The laughter that followed was loud, warm, and real.

Innaya (smiling, eyes soft):
"You guys are impossible... but I wouldn't trade this chaos for anything."

The boys grinned back, the room still filled with their laughter and teasing. For a moment, everything was perfect — no rivalry, no tension, just the sound of friendship and shared joy.

✨ The morning at Rathoure Mansion wasn't about who got her attention — it was about being together, laughing together, and knowing that sometimes, these small moments mean everything. 💛

Rathoure Mansion – Afternoon, After Lunch 🌤️

The day had turned mellow — soft sunlight spilled into the living room, casting a honey-gold glow across the polished floors. The Rathoure boys lounged around with cold coffee mugs ☕ and lazy smiles, the after-lunch calm slowly melting into another round of friendly mischief.

Kabir (stretching, grinning):
"Alright, team Rathoure... we've done cards, we've done chaos — time for something classic."

Aayan (raising a brow):
"What now? Another game?"

Kabir (with a smirk):
"Yup. The old-school way. Truth or Dare." 😈

Innaya (perking up, eyes glinting with amusement):
"Ooh, sounds fun. But no evil dares, okay?"

Zayan (teasing):
"Define evil first."

Laughter broke out. They all formed a loose circle on the floor, cushions tossed carelessly around. Rudra spun a small glass bottle — and the game began.

First spin: It landed on Kabir.

Eshan (grinning wickedly):
"Truth or dare?"

Kabir (dramatically):
"Truth. Hit me with your worst."

Aayan (snickering):
"Who's your crush right now?"

Kabir (fake gasp):
"Obviously... myself. Have you seen this face?" 😎

Everyone groaned and laughed.

Second spin: Aayan.

Zayan (grinning):
"Truth or dare?"

Aayan (confident):
"Dare. Always dare."

Eshan (quickly):
"Okay, go do ten push-ups and confess your undying love to the wall mirror."

Aayan (laughing):
"Easy!"

He saluted dramatically and began doing exaggerated push-ups in front of the mirror.
Everyone burst into laughter.

Third spin: Innaya.

The moment the bottle stopped pointing at her, all six Rathoure brothers leaned forward, eyes gleaming like kids about to witness chaos.

Kabir (smirking):
"Ohhh, finally. Princess Innaya's turn."

Innaya (mock glare):
"Fine, fine. I choose... Dare." 😏

Before anyone else could speak, Rudra leaned forward, his tone calm but sharp — a little too quick, a little too possessive.

Rudra (smirking):
"Then here's your dare. From now on... you'll call us all 'bhaiya' or 'bhai.' And since you're creative, you can give us special names too."

The room fell silent for a beat — then erupted into teasing and laughter.

Kabir (mock surprise):
"Ohhh, someone's claiming his sister rights real fast!"

Eshan (grinning, proud):
"Finally! I'm not the only one with a bhaiya tag!"

Aayan (crossing arms, pretending to pout):
"About time! She's been ignoring us!"

Zayan (teasing):
"Yeah, she only calls Eshan bhaiya, not fair!"

Innaya chuckled, shaking her head in mock defeat.

Innaya (smiling softly):
"Fine, fine... I'll do it. Rudra bhaiya. Kabir bhai. Zayan bhai. Aayan bhai. Eshan bhaiya—happy now?" 😅

The boys all exchanged triumphant grins — like they'd just won a war.

Kabir (dramatic tone):
"Ah, music to my ears!"

Aayan (mock pride):
"Our little sis finally accepted us!"

Zayan (smirking):
"This moment deserves a standing ovation." 👏

Eshan (smiling warmly):
"Now it feels like a real family moment."

Even Rudra, who usually stayed unreadable, had a faint smile tugging at his lips — rare, quiet, but genuine.

Rudra (softly, almost to himself):
"Good girl, Innaya."

Innaya (laughing, rolling her eyes):
"Don't push it, Rudra bhaiya!"

The boys burst into another round of laughter, clutching their stomachs. The teasing didn't stop for minutes — they'd clearly found a new favorite joke.

The room glowed with warmth and laughter, the earlier tension replaced by pure sibling chaos. Cushions flew again, someone yelled "rematch," and Innaya couldn't stop smiling.

✨ And in that golden afternoon, between laughter and silly dares, the Rathoure mansion finally felt like home — loud, loving, and full of life. ❤️

Author's Note 🖋️:
Phale toh ye log use apni behen maan hi nahi rahe the, aur ab jab se Ved ki entry hui hai, sabko "bhaiya" tag chahiye 😭😂
Ignore bhi kar rahe the pehle, ab pyaar se "Innaya, humara naam lo" bol rahe hain!
Readers, comment karke batao — tumhara fav character kaun hai? 😍
#TeamInnaya ya #RathoureBoysSquad? 💫

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