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The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains of the magnificent Oberoi Mansion, painting the marble floors with a warm golden glow. Every morning in the Oberoi house began with discipline... or at least, it was supposed to.

"*Aarav! Aanya! Jaldi neeche aao, breakfast thanda ho raha hai! " Meera Oberoi called from the dining hall.From upstairs came an instant reply."Coming, Mom!"

Aarav walked downstairs first, dressed neatly in his school uniform. His tie sat perfectly around his neck, his shoes gleamed, and his school bag rested comfortably on his shoulder.Rajendra Oberoi looked up from his newspaper and smiled proudly."Bilkul apne papa ki tarah."

Vikram chuckled. "Bas thoda kam serious ho jaye toh aur achha."Before anyone could continue—"AAARAAAVVV!"

Aanya's voice echoed through the mansion."I'm not finding my ribbon!"Aarav sighed dramatically."You lost it again?""I didn't lose it... I kept it somewhere safe.""And now even you don't know where that safe place is."

The dining table erupted in laughter.Savitri Dadi smiled. "Bilkul Mira pe gayi hai."

"Ma!" Meera protested while laughing. "Maine kab cheezein lose ki?""Kal hi apna phone fridge mein rakh diya tha."

Everyone burst into another round of laughter.Just then little footsteps echoed across the hallway.A tiny six-year-old boy came running downstairs, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, one sock folded halfway, and his hair sticking in every possible direction.

Abhimanyu.

He stopped in the middle of the hall, looked around proudly and spread his arms."Good morning, beautiful people!"

Rajendra Dadu laughed."Arre wah! Aaj toh kisi hero ki entry lag rahi hai."Abhimanyu grinned."Dadu, hero hi toh hoon."

Aanya giggled."Hero nahi... cartoon."

"Cartoon bhi hero hota hai."He proudly climbed onto his chair.

Mira looked at him from head to toe."Abhimanyu...""Hmm?"

"Yeh tie kisne baandhi?"

"Maine."

"Isi liye ulti hai."Everyone looked.

The tie really was upside down. Aarav quietly walked over, fixed it without saying a word and gently patted his younger brother's head. "There "

Abhimanyu looked at him.

"Bhai...""Hmm?"

"Ek din main khud baandhunga."

"I know." "And perfect baandhunga."

"I know." A small smile appeared on Aarav's face. "Ab breakfast."

Mira served hot aloo parathas while Savitri Dadi poured fresh butter on top.Abhimanyu's eyes widened. "Dadi..." 

"Haan ?" "Butter thoda aur." She added another spoon. "Thoda aur." Another spoon. "Bas..."He paused dramatically."...ab ek last spoon." Rajendra laughed.

"Isse butter nahi, paratha dhoondhna padega."The table once again filled with laughter.

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Meanwhile, at the Kapoor Mansion...

"JAI KAPOOR!"

A loud scream echoed through every corner of the house.

"MERI PENCIL BOX WAPAS KAR!"

"I DIDN'T TAKE IT!"

"Liar!"

"I borrowed it!"

"WITHOUT ASKING!"

"That's how borrowing works!"

Another cushion flew across the living room .Karan Kapoor calmly sipped his tea. Nandini looked at him. "Kuch boliye."

"Kisko?"

"Apne bete ko."

"Kaunsa wala dialogue chahiye? Roz wala ya special edition?" Before she could answer—A tiny girl walked into the room. Riya rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Bhaiya phir lad rahe hain?"

"Good morning, beta," Devendra Kapoor smiled. "Good morning Dadu."

Rajeshwari Dadi kissed her forehead."Jaake Jai ko bula." Riya nodded obediently.

One minute later—

She returned. "Main nahi bulaungi."

"Kyun?"

"Woh bed ke neeche chup gaya." The elders exchanged amused looks .Just then Ishika entered, already dressed for school.

"Chachu, Jai ne meri crayons bhi le li."

"Evidence?"

"Mere bag mein nahi hain." Before anyone could respond—

Jai emerged from behind the sofa with the missing pencil box in one hand and crayons in the other. "I was checking quality." Ishika folded her arms.

"Inspector sahab, inspection khatam ho gaya? "Jai grinned.

"Haan."

"Ab return?"

"With service charge."

"What service?"

"I protected them."

Everyone laughed. Devendra Dadu shook his head. "Yeh bachcha bada hoke ya toh businessman banega... ya lawyer." Breakfast was served amidst endless teasing. The Oberoi's and the Kapoor's might have had different routines, but one thing was common—No meal ended without laughter.

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Outside, two cars rolled out almost at the same time. Inside the Oberoi car...Abhimanyu sat between Aarav and Aanya. "Bhai."

"Hmm?"

"Aaj school mein race lagayenge?"

"Tumhari class alag hai."

"Oh..."

He thought for a second. "Phir lunch mein."Aanya laughed."Tumhara dimaag sirf games pe hi chalta hai."

"Nahi."

"Phir?"

"Chocolate pe bhi."

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The Kapoor family car wasn't any quieter.

"Papa!" Jai exclaimed.

"Aaj agar teacher homework puche na..."

"Haan?"

"Toh bol dena main family emergency mein tha."Karan raised an eyebrow."Kaunsi emergency?"

"I couldn't find motivation."

Even Arvind couldn't stop himself from laughing. Within a few minutes, both cars reached the grand entrance of St. Augustine International School.

Right at 7:45 a.m., a black Oberoi car stopped at the entrance. The driver opened the door.

Behind him jumped Anu, already carrying enough energy to tire an entire classroom. "Abhi!" she whispered excitedly. "Aaj operation chalk attack?"

Abhimanyu adjusted his school bag."Assembly ke baad."

A mischievous grin spread across Anu's face. "Done." Before they could take another step...

A white Kapoor car pulled in. The back door flew open. "Maaaan!" A tiny girl came running towards him, her ponytail bouncing with every step. Abhimanyu didn't even have to turn around .He already knew. "Good morning, Butterfly."

"You came before me."

"By one minute."

"Hmph... next time wait karna."He smiled.

"Theek hai." Just then another voice interrupted.

"Oye, tum dono ka daily reunion khatam ho gaya ho toh school chalein?"Jai Kapoor appeared with his bag hanging from one shoulder and a cheeky grin on his face. Abhi immediately high-fived him. "Partner!", "Partner!" Ishika sighed dramatically.

"Mujhe lagta hai principal sir ko tum dono ke liye alag complaint register banana chahiye."Jai gasped. "Bas complaint? Trophy bhi milni chahiye." Anu laughed so hard she almost dropped her water bottle .The four walked inside together.

As always.

Students hurried through the gates as teachers welcomed them inside. 

"Good morning, Mr. Oberoi."

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, Kapoor family."

The children waved happily before heading toward their respective classroom blocks. None of them knew that this ordinary school morning would one day become one of the most cherished memories of their childhood..

The moment the four little troublemakers stepped into the Junior Wing, the peaceful corridor seemed to lose all hope.

A peon carrying a stack of notebooks froze. A teacher looked up from the attendance register. Even the security guard near the gate sighed dramatically. "They're here..."

The four children walked side by side as if they owned the school.

Abhimanyu Oberoi walked in the middle with his tiny school bag hanging from one shoulder, his tie already loose even though school had just started. On his right was Jai Kapoor, wearing the biggest mischievous grin possible. On his left walked Anu Oberoi, trying very hard to look innocent—a dangerous sign, because whenever Anu looked innocent, someone usually ended up in trouble.

A few steps behind them walked Ishika Kapoor, calm, composed, and carrying not only her own bag but also everyone else's common sense.

A group of first-year students whispered among themselves. "Who are they?"

One senior helper smiled. "You'll know in five minutes."

"Why?"

"Because if they're smiling..."He pointed toward the four."...someone is about to cry."

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The Tiny Tornadoes

Every school had famous students. Some were famous for academics. Some for sports. These four......were famous because no one knew what they would do next.

Abhimanyu Oberoi. The youngest hurricane of St. Augustine.Always smiling. Always talking. Always thinking of something that no normal six-year-old should think of. Teachers often wondered whether he possessed a genius mind......

or simply too much free time.

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Jai Kapoor. If Abhimanyu came up with an idea...Jai made sure it actually happened. He laughed before every prank. During every prank. And even after getting punished. According to him

—"Punishment bhi toh school life ka part hai."

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Anu Oberoi: The mastermind. She rarely touched anything herself. She simply whispered one sentence—"Abhi... imagine agar aisa ho jaye toh?" And five minutes later...Exactly that would happen. She never got caught. Because technically...She never did anything

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Ishika Kapoor . The only responsible member of the group. Class monitor. Teacher's favourite. Homework always complete. Hair always neat. Uniform always perfect. And every single day...She asked herself the same question.

" Main in teeno ki dost kyun hoon? "The answer never came.

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"Abhi..."Jai nudged him. "Hmm?"

"Operation Balloon?" Abhimanyu's eyes sparkled. "Ready." Ishika immediately stopped walking. "No." Abhimanyu blinked innocently. "Kya no?"

"I know that face."

"Konsa face?"

"The one where your brain has stopped working."

"My brain never stops."

"Exactly. That's the problem."

Anu leaned closer to the boys. "I've already hidden the balloons." Abhimanyu gasped dramatically. "Genius!" Jai proudly held up a tiny hand. "High-five! "Pak! The deal was sealed. Ishika closed her eyes. "Bhagwan..."

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The morning assembly had just ended. The principal, Mrs. Vipula Mehra, walked through the corridor with two teachers discussing the annual school function. She was known for three things. Strict discipline. Sharp eyesight .And an uncanny ability to appear exactly where trouble was happening. Unfortunately...The four children were also known for something. Finding trouble before trouble found them. Behind a classroom door...Abhimanyu carefully held a tiny balloon filled with colourfull paper confetti. Jai stood on a stool. "Thoda left."

"Nahi."

"Ab right."

"Nahi."

"Ab perfect." Anu checked the corridor. "Coast clear."

Ishika folded her arms.

"I'm telling you..."

"No one will laugh." Abhimanyu smiled confidently." Everyone will."

"Except the principal."

"Especially the principal."

Ishika stared at him. "You're impossible."

"I know." She sighed.

"And yet... somehow... you're still my friend." Abhimanyu grinned. "Best friend." Before Ishika could answer—A familiar pair of footsteps echoed through the corridor. 

Tap... Tap... Tap...

Anu's eyes widened. "Incoming!" Jai jumped off the stool.

Abhimanyu quickly hid behind the classroom door. The corridor fell silent. Mrs. Vipula Mehra stopped exactly beneath the doorway. She adjusted the files in her hands. Looked up.

Nothing happened. Abhimanyu frowned. "Why isn't it falling?"

Jai whispered, "Maybe it's stuck." Without thinking, Abhimanyu reached up to check. The string snapped.

Instead of falling on the principal...The entire balloon exploded over Abhimanyu himself .Colourful paper rained onto his hair, face, shoulders, and shoes

. For three seconds...

Silence.

Then Jai laughed. Anu laughed. Even Ishika couldn't stop herself. Mrs. Vipula slowly looked at the tiny boy standing in front of her, completely covered in confetti. She removed her glasses.

"Mr. Abhimanyu Oberoi..."Abhimanyu smiled sheepishly.

"...Good morning, Principal Ma'am? "The corridor erupted with laughter

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