After the long, emotionally heavy evening, Mochi's mother finally stood up and pointed toward the hallway.
Mother:"Laddu, son… go to your room.Rest now. Enough drama for one day."
Laddu obeyed.
But of course… not quietly 😌.
He walked away singing in a soft, dramatic, romantic tone:
🎶"This is how you fall in love…slowly, softly… heart goes dum-dum 💓two souls meet like morning chai ☕ and biscuit 🍪love tip-toes in… without goodbye…"🎶
Mother laughed softly 😂Father shook his head in defeat.Mochi turned red like a tomato 🍅 and hid her face.
🌙 MOCHI TRIES TO TALK… BUT LADDU LOSES ALL SENSES 🙈🙉
Later that night, Mochi slowly walked toward Laddu's room.
She wanted to thank him.Apologize.Say something.Anything.
She knocked gently 🚪.
The door opened.
Laddu looked at her—
Then suddenly covered his eyes.
Laddu:"Who is it? I cannot see.My eyesight has vanished!"
Mochi blinked, confused.
Mochi:"Laddu… it's me."
He covered his ears too.
Laddu:"No sound! My ears stopped working also!What a tragedy 😔!"
Mochi tilted her head shyly.
Mochi:"Are you… ignoring me?"
Laddu gasped dramatically.
Laddu:"I hear nothing! I see nothing!Goodnight, unknown ghost 👻!"
He gently closed the door.
Mochi stood there—confused 😕a little hurt 💔and somehow… a little amused too.
🌞 NEXT MORNING — THE SMELL OF CONFUSION (AND FOOD)
The sun rose 🌅.
The house smelled like something salty…spicy…sour…and emotionally dangerous.
In the kitchen, Laddu stood proudly wearing an apron:
"KISS THE COOK (If Allowed)" 😎
He stirred a pot with full dramatic energy.
Mother:"What are you making, son?"
Laddu lifted the spoon like a trophy.
Laddu:"Salty imli.Or, scientifically speaking—Tamarindus indica."
Mother tasted it.
Her eyes widened 😲.
Mother:"This is… amazing!"
Laddu puffed his chest like a proud village grandmother.
Laddu:"My mother made this for every pregnant woman in our village.Aunty, this keeps energy strong 💪."
He served a full plate:
🥣 salty tamarind dish🍎 fruits🥜 dry fruits
Mother was already drooling.
☕ MOCHI ENTERS… AND GETS IGNORED AGAIN 😐
Mochi walked in quietly, holding her café bag.
Mochi:"Morning…"
Laddu stared at the ceiling.
Laddu:"What a lovely ceiling today."
Mother raised an eyebrow 🤨.
Mochi:"Laddu… are you still not talking to me?"
He placed plates on the table without looking at her.
Laddu:"I don't speak to ghosts.Or shadows.Or people who disappear when I need support."
Mochi's face fell 😔.
She picked up her bag quietly.
Mochi (soft):"I… I'm going to the café."
She left, shoulders small, eyes down.
Mother watched her go with a worried sigh 💭.
☕ AFTER MOCHI LEAVES — THE TRUTH COMES OUT
Mother crossed her arms and turned to Laddu.
Mother:"Why are you ignoring that girl?She looked hurt."
Laddu's dramatic act collapsed instantly.
He slumped into a chair.
Laddu:"Aunty… yesterday I fought your relatives.I defended you.I stood against everyone."
Mother nodded.
Laddu:"But Mochi…she stayed completely quiet.Not one word."
Mother's eyes softened 💗.
Mother:"She's shy, son.That girl keeps her feelings folded inside."
Laddu looked down.
Laddu:"I thought she would say something…anything."
Mother placed her hand over his.
Mother:"She wasn't silent because she didn't care.She was silent because she was scared."
He looked up.
Mother:"Scared of conflict.Scared of choosing sides.Scared of losing people."
She smiled gently.
Mother:"You expect her to fight like Candy…or speak like Maya…but Mochi is Mochi."
Laddu inhaled slowly.
Mother:"If you love her…learn her silence.Her silence speaks too."
Laddu smiled a little 😊.
Laddu:"Aunty… you talk like Yoda from Star Wars."
Mother:"Who?" 😐
Laddu:"…Never mind."
Mother laughed and patted his cheek 😂.
🌱 CLOSING MOMENT
Laddu stood alone in the kitchen, thinking.
Maybe love wasn't always loud.Maybe courage didn't always shout.
Maybe it was time…to listen to Mochi's quiet heart 💕.