Nitya felt so happy and content. These were the little moments of happiness she wanted her life to be filled with- to eat with friends and go on trips with them. She was never afraid of putting in hard work, but she still believed that there were many aspects of herself she needed to improve on, and was constantly striving towards them.
Mehul snapped his fingers in front of his little one, who was lost somewhere, saying "Are you feeling okay, the one and only terror child of our home?"
"Yeah I am okay Dada- huh! Wait, what? Who is the terror child...say that again!?" She growled in a fake angry tone, rolling her sleeves up as if she was going to a street fight, making her two companions burst out in laughter.
