2 The Bustled Haveli

The Laal Haveli bustled with the arrangements. From room to room, not an ounce of silence could house itself in. Kids ran as if their whole being was fueled with excitement, girls twirling with bangles crinkling, men ordering the lights man to finish the decoration.

The whole Khan Haveli was beaming. It seemed as if Aadhilabad's twinkling lights graced upon it. Not only will the moon be awaited by them, someone else was equally being expected.

While the whole household ran around from one corner to another making the last-minute perfections, in the equally hushed kitchen, the aroma of ladoos swam. The swift movements of the henna-stained hands made one after one from the powdered mixtures. The movement brought some music to the still kitchen as the glass bangles jingled and the small tug of the lips warmed then cooled air. Expectancy, hope, and happiness dripped from those hazel-tinted eyes. Frequently skimming towards the doors, ears perked up to hear a sound, an sound of the arrival. His arrival.

A dye of soft pink colored on fair cheeks at the remembrance.

"Brother has come back!" the booming announcement stilled those hands and the thumping heart.