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“Sia narrowed her eyes, studying him. “Are you thinking about someone?” she asked with a teasing grin. “No,” he replied quickly, almost too quick. “Are you lying to me?” she pressed, her tone playful but sharp. “Why would I lie?” Dev countered, trying to sound casual. “Then tell me, she demanded, crossing her arms. “Hey, I’m the big brother here. Stop acting like you’re my elder sister,” he snapped, frowning. Sia smirked. “It’s not about that. You can tell me. I won’t say a word to anyone—promise. And who knows, I might even be able to help,” she said with a sly smile. Dev scoffed. “Ahh, I don’t need your help,” he replied, waving a hand dismissively. “Not even for her?” Sia asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “For who?” Dev asked, trying to sound indifferent, though his voice fal-tered slightly. “I know there’s a girl,” Sia said confidently, her arms folding tighter. “Girl? No…” he replied, a little too quickly. “Okay then, don’t tell me.” Sia shrugged, turning away with a smug smile. “Wait,” Dev called out, leaning forward. Sia spun around, eyes wide. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” she squealed, prac-tically bouncing in place. “Hey, you little rat…” Dev groaned, rubbing his forehead. “It’s nothing to get excited about. And don’t you dare backstab me, got it?” “Of course, Bhai,” she said with a mischievous grin, placing a hand dra-matically over her heart. “The girl who helped Mom… she lives in this very building,” Dev said quietly, glancing around as if someone might overhear. Sia raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “I know,” Dev said a little too loudly. “How are so sure, it is she?” she pressed, stepping closer. “Well… I… I just know,” he stammered, his voice fumbling. Sia squinted at him. “What are you hiding?” “I… I… you know… I just think Maa didn’t thank her properly. It was kind of rude. So… we should… you know… thank her,” he said, his words tripping over each other, clearly dodging the truth. “Huh?” Sia looked at him, puzzled. “You’re blushing like a tomato be-cause Maa didn’t say thank you properly?” “I mean… yes,” Dev muttered, quickly looking away. Sia rolled her eyes. “Okay, boring. I’m going to sleep,” she said, turning toward the stairs. “Wait! Listen—don’t tell Maa,” Dev called after her. “Of course,” Sia replied over her shoulder, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I won’t waste her time like you just wasted mine.” For her, it was her normal brother who gets annoyed when people don’t act kind enough to other. So, for her its clearly no love. And with that, she disappeared down the stairs.”

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Violets: Where Love Blooms Quietly

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