So clarify one thing...

Nanamma means dadi
Ammama means nani

The next morning, the group set off to Anu’s grandmother’s (Rajalakshmi) home, nestled in a calm village near Andhra Pradesh.

Rahul was at the wheel, eyes focused on the long road ahead. Vedansh, Vaishnav, and Anu sat in the back, while Nidhi proudly occupied the front seat after a playful fight.

“Window seat is mine!” she declared with a grin.

Vedansh groaned. “You always win this fight.”

Nidhi laughed, resting her chin near the window, watching the fields rush by. The journey was full of giggles, teasing, and songs.
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When they reached the house, Anu’s grandmother came out, her saree gently fluttering in the breeze.

“randi, raandi, pilalu! Eni rojula taruvata vacharu!” (Come, come, children! You’ve come after so many days!)

Anu and nidhi ran and hugged her. “Naanammaa! Ammamma!! Missed you so much!”

(Dadi..nani)

Grandmother chuckled, patting her back. “Nenu kooda bangaram!” (Me too, my dears!)

She looked at everyone and said warmly,
“Meeru andaroo chaala chakkaga unnaru… koncham tired ga unnaru!” (You all look good… a little tired too!)

Anu and Nidhi started exploring the courtyard, giggling and playing with the cow tied near the shed.
“Nidhu.. look! The calf licked me!” Anu squealed.
“Yuck! It’s wet!” Nidhi, running away dramatically.

Vedansh just smiled, shaking his head. “They’ll never grow up.”
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Rahul and vedansh, stayed quiet, helping workers carry bags inside.

“rey, mee andaru eppudu laaga calm ga unntara emana matladutara…leda” grandmother teased. (You boys are quiet as always..or would speak anything… or not..)

Rahul smiled faintly. “Alaa ledu, nanamma, konchem tired aiyam.” (Nothing like that, grandma. Just a little tired.)

"Ammamma Mee chethi coffee taagi eni rojulu avtundo...said vedansh

(Grandma it's been so long that I didn't taste your hand coffee..)

"Oka nimisham ippude testa.." she said and left.

(One min i will get you.)
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A while later, a familiar voice called from outside.
“Rahul!”

It was Lasya, Rahul’s old friend from the same village. She walked in with a bright smile and a box of sweets.

Lasya: “Rahul! Chaala rojula ayindi kada! Elaavunnav?”
(Rahul! It’s been so long! How are you?)

Rahul: “Baagunnanu, Lasya. Nuvu ela vunav?”
(I’m good, Lasya. How about you?)

Lasya: “Nuvvu anta busy ayipoyav anukunna… message ki kuda reply ivvavu.”
(I thought you got too busy… you don’t even reply to messages.)

Rahul: (smiling awkwardly) “Aa, koncham work tho busy ayya.”
(Yeah, got caught up with work.)

Lasya: “Still the same calm Rahul! Nuvvu em maraledu.”
(Still the same calm Rahul! You haven’t changed.)

She giggled and handed him sweets. “Idhi neekosam nene chesa.” (This is for you. I made it.)

From a little distance, Nidhi watched them. Lasya was talking too sweetly, touching Rahul’s arm lightly while laughing.
Something twisted in Nidhi’s chest — a feeling she didn’t understand.

She looked away quickly, playing with a flower petal.
“Nidhi! Raa, idi choodu!” Anu called, showing her a swing made of rope tied to a mango tree.

Nidhi smiled weakly and went there. They both jumped onto the swing, laughing like children.
Their laughter filled the air — carefree, yet somewhere, Nidhi’s heart was restless.
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Vaishnav came and sat beside grandmother. “Ammamma, mee chetlo coffee super untundi kada?” (Grandma, your coffee is always the best, right?)

“Haa ra, chesestha. Meeru andariki cheskostanu.” (Yes, dear. I’ll make it for everyone.)

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The morning sunlight slipped through the half-open kitchen window of Rajalakshmi house in Andhra Pradesh. The smell of sizzling tadka and hot dosas filled the air.

Anu and Nidhi tiptoed inside, their eyes glinting like two secret agents on a mission.

“Let’s help Ammamma today,” Nidhi whispered dramatically, holding a spoon like a sword.
Anu raised an eyebrow. “Help… or plan something evil again?”
“Evil?” Nidhi gasped. “I call it creative kitchen service!”

Their grandmother, sitting near the stove, didn’t even look up. “You both came to help or to make me clean double later?”
“Ayyo nanaamma! We’re angels,” Anu said innocently, fluttering her hands.
“Hmm…” Grandma chuckled.

Just then, Vedansh walked in, munching on a banana. He squinted suspiciously. “Every time you two whisper, something explodes. What’s today’s disaster?”

“Shhh…” Nidhi grinned. “Operation Kitchen Storm begins!”

Before anyone could stop her, she dipped her hand into the open aata box and threw a puff of flour toward Vedansh.
“Target locked!” she yelled.

Vedansh jumped back just in time. The flour shot past him like white smoke from a volcano—
—and straight onto Rahul, who had just entered with a bowl of curd.

WHOOSH!

Everyone froze.

Rahul stood there like a statue — white from head to toe, even his hair powdered like snow.
The bowl of curd trembled in his hand.

Anu slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh no…”
Vedansh muttered, “May his soul rest in peace.”
Nidhi’s smile vanished. “Uh-oh. Wrong target.”

Rahul slowly blinked. “Who… did… this?” he asked in a low, terrifying voice.

Silence.

Then, all three pointed at each other.
Vedansh: “Nidhi!”
Anu: “Nidhu!”
Nidhi: drohulu (Traitors) she murmured

Rahul’s glare finally landed on Nidhi.
She gulped. “heh hehe I—I didn’t mean to, bava…” she stammered, stepping back.

He is still glaring...

“Actually, you look… umm… very handsome in white. Like a hero in a detergent ad! Like a ghost”

Rahul raised an eyebrow. “Ghost, ha?” He brushed some flour off his shirt. “Aipoyav Na chetulo agu.” (You’re done for. Just wait till I catch you.)

“Eh! Bavaaa, sorry sorry!” Nidhi screamed, darting out of the kitchen.
Rahul ran after her, his serious expression replaced by a mischievous grin.

“Stop right there!” he yelled.
“No chance! I’m too young to die!” Nidhi laughed, running around the dining table.

“Evidence?” Nidhi grabbed a handful of aata again and spun around dramatically. “Then I’ll destroy it!”

Before Rahul could react— PAAK! —another cloud of flour hit his shoulder.

“Bas, enough!” Rahul said, coughing. “Now your turn!”
He scooped up flour from the bowl near him and charged.

Nidhi screamed, “NOOO! My hair, bava! I just washed it!”
“Good! It’ll get extra white now!”

He caught her by the wrist and smeared the aata on her cheeks and nose.
“Now see! You look like half ghost, half panda!”

Anu was rolling with laughter. “ghost panda! Someone take a photo!”

Vedansh clapped. “Perfect pair! One snowman, one snowgirl!”

Nidhi pouted dramatically. “You’re all jealous because I look cute even as a ghost.”
Rahul snorted. “Cute aa? You look like you fell into a flour bag and came out thinking you’re fair!”

“Cheeee! I’ll take revenge!” she said, grabbing another handful—
—but slipped, dropping flour all over both of them.

Now the kitchen looked like it had snowed indoors.

Rahul stared at her, both of them breathless and covered in white dust.
“Congrats,” he said flatly. “Now we’re both ghosts. Happy?”

She laughed, brushing his hair with her hand. “You look even better now, bava! Like one bakery model!”
Rahul rolled his eyes. “And you look like a powdered laddu.”

Grandma walked in just then, hands on her hips. “ayoo raama! (Hey Ram) What did you all do to my kitchen?!”

Everyone froze again.

Nidhi immediately pointed at Rahul. “He started it!”
Rahul pointed back. “She’s lying! She threw the first shot!”

Grandma tried to look angry, but seeing Rahul actually laughing, her eyes softened.
She shook her head with a fond smile. “At least my serious boy learned to play again.”

Rahul chuckled, brushing off more flour and lightly dusting Nidhi’s hair one last time.
“There,” he said. “Now perfect. Fully ghost mode activated.”

Nidhi laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes.
“Fine, bava. Let’s call a truce before Ammamma makes us mop the whole kitchen.”

Grandma smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. You both are cleaning this yourself!”

“Cheeee!” Nidhi groaned dramatically, while Rahul laughed again — a sound Grandma hadn’t heard in ages.

And as the laughter echoed through the house, the air smelled not just of flour and chutney…
…but of pure, mischievous happiness.
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On the other hand Vedansh pulled anu aside in the corner...

"Bava why did u bring me here.."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and pinched her waist..

"Ayyo bava why did u pinch.."

"This is the punishment for planning against me.."

"That was for fun..."

"U vs me is not fun anu not even in pranks..." He said biting her neck and soothing her by licking....

He moved her top little bit up and applied aata and moved sensually and reached till breast..and pressed it...

"Ahhh...mmm" her moan was suppressed by his dominating kiss...

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