At 7 a.m., while Kabir was deep into a complex neurosurgery on a 7-year-old boy, lets see at the same rest of the Singhania family's early morning laughter and light-hearted teasing.

[Narrator]

In one of the most prestigious, lush corners of Shimla, where pine trees line the streets and snowflakes gently kiss the ground, stands the grand Singhania Mansion, An estate that exudes both wealth and warmth. A long driveway leads to a spacious private parking area, where sleek luxury cars rest quietly under the morning mist. Well-groomed lawns stretch on either side, dotted with blooming flowers and tall deodars, while a sparkling swimming pool glistens at the back, untouched yet inviting. 

Security guards stand alert at the tall iron gates, dressed in black uniforms with pride. Inside, the waiting lounge opens into a wide, sunlit courtyard where the day begins not with silence, but with the chatter of generations. This is not just a house, it is a home, ruled with quiet grace by the elder pillars of the family. Dr. Devansh and Dr. Shivangi Singhania, the dignified patriarch and the emotional heartbeat of the household. 

The Singhania's are more than just a name they are a legacy. The mansion houses doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, chefs, hotel magnates, and business visionaries. And alongside them, stand the daughters-in-law, strong, successful women in their own fields, who balance work and home kitchens with equal pride. Despite having staff at their service, these women still choose to cook with their own hands kneading dough, brewing chai, and adding a pinch of love to every meal. From early mornings to late nights, the Singhania home echoes with the clinking of teacups, the scent of fresh parathas, playful teasing, and sibling pranks. 

Some argue over the TV remote, some fight over the last piece of dessert, and some sit together in silence, just grateful for the closeness they share. Here, tradition meets modernity, and success never overshadows simplicity. This is the world of the Singhania's, chaotic, connected, and full of love.

INSIDE SINGHANIA MANSION

The long dining table, adorned with polished wood, handwoven runners, and a mix of silver cutlery and clay teacups, sat bathed in the golden light streaming through tall glass windows. Birdsong faded beneath the lively sounds of voices, clattering plates, and laughter.

Piyali arranged hot aloo parathas while Tanushri arrived with homemade chutneys. Paridhi juggled a laptop and her tea, and Jeevika added tulsi to the chai, humming softly. As Diya directed the staff to bring juice, Alia entered, phone in hand, demanding, and she said  "Who stole my eyeliner again?" She sat at the dining table, where Tanushri offered her orange juice, and said " I'll bring you a new eyeliner, now sit have breakfast."

Laughter erupted as Yatharth and Ivaan bickered over butter. "Diya Bhabhi, tell him to stop eating like a refugee!" Yatharth said to Diya. 

"I'm growing," Ivaan replied to Yatharth, and continued saying "unlike someone whose growth peaked in class 7." 

"Where's my wallet? Kiara took it again!" Jay's groggy voice echoed down the Singhania mansion's grand staircase.

 Kiara, five year, popped her head out from behind the sofa, arms crossed, her pink sunglasses askew. She said hiding and running from her papa and said "Because you buy me nothing, I'll shop myself!" Laughter filled the room. Kiara skipped to the dining area where Diya was placing parathas on a plate. "Mumma, I want a cupcake!" Diya knelt, tucking a stray hair behind Kiara's ear, she said to kiara"Cupcake in the evening, sweetheart. A pink one with sprinkles promise." She hugged and kissed Kiara. 

Rajeev, Devansh and Shivangi's elder son, lowered his glasses and looked over his newspaper to ask his wife, who was sipping ginger tea beside him at the head table and asked his wife nandindi "When is Ariv coming back from the hostel?" Nandini replied, "This Friday. But I don't want him going back, Jay." JShe said looking at her son. 

Jay entered, adjusting his watch and admiring the love shared between his wife Diya and daughter Kiara, before turning to reply to his mother, he said looking at nandini.  "He won't listen Maa, Says he's a 'big boy' now." Nandini sighed, longing in her expression. Diya glanced at Jay, a silent question in her eyes. Jay met her gaze, his tone softening. "Maybe we can try talking to him this time." Diya smiled and nodded, placing coffee and eggs before him, their fingers briefly brushing. The warmth lingered.

The kitchen filled with the aroma of ghee and coriander as the click of heels announced Sandhya's arrival in the dining hall. Flawlessly draped in her saree, she entered with a file and her phone, Justice Aman Singhania at her side, engrossed in a call. Aman hung up, having sternly ordered, Talking on phone he said "File the response today. Tell Mishra we won't settle unless clause seven is removed. The judiciary won't bend to manipulation." 

Then They both greets everyone saying good morning. Sandhya turned to Paridhi, seated beside Nandini. And she said to her daughter in law "Paridhi, stop by the firm this afternoon with Riaan. Review meeting at 3." 

Nandini smiled looking at sandhya and said "Sandhya, Paridhi has been a tremendous help at the firm lately." Sandhya nodded, a rare hint of pride in her voice and replied "Yes Badi Bhabhi , Pari manages her own firm and seamlessly handles smaller cases at My firm too. She's incredibly self-sufficient." 

Riaan entered, sharp in his blazer and oxfords, overhearing the last comment. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I swear maa you only love her because she makes better coffee and wins all your cases." Paridhi shook her head, suppressing a smile and said looking at her "Bas karo yaar, ab toh mummy-papa bhi tumhare ho gaye," Riaan said playfully to Paridhi. 

Laughter filled the room. Kiara, eating her aloo paratha , giggled looked at Riaan and said "Chachu, you're just jealous!" Aman chuckled, sipping his tea. "Beta, good partners make you look better. Your Paridhi chachi does that perfectly." Sandhya added calmly. And continued saying "Which is why she's not just a daughter-in-law, but a partner." Paridhi looked down, touched but composed.

The clinking of cutlery and breakfast aromas replaced Riaan's teasing as a slightly disheveled. Shourya entered, phone in hand looking towards Tanushri "Tanu," he said, mildly annoyed, "where are my Air Pods? I've looked everywhere." Tanushri, replied gently, "Finish breakfast first, I'll get them after breakfast." 

Shourya sighed, his annoyance melting away at her calm sweetness, and sat beside her. Across the table, Jay, already on his second coffee, raised an eyebrow. "Wah, Shourya! Tanu will even deliver your Air Pods after breakfast now!" Riaan grinned and said . "Next time, Tanushri, check the fridge. He left his charger there last week next to the oven." 

Piyali chuckled and continued the teasing saying "These husbands, they can run businesses but can't find a white box in a white room." Paridhi added, "It's 'Selective Vision When Wife Is Around' syndrome. Fully researched." 

Laughter rippled through the room, even the staff joining in. At the other end, a sleepy Arohi, book in hand, joined Ivaan, Yatharth, and Alia, who were already eating. "Good morning, Miss Topper," Ivaan said. "Done reading the engineering books?" Yatharth said to Arohi. "She probably corrected the textbook's grammar too." Ivaan continued the teasing.  "Leave her alone, she's the only reason we pass exams" Alia came in favor of Arohi.  Arohi, rolling her eyes but smiling, mumbled, "I tolerate you three. That's love."

Rajeev enjoyed the Gen Z banter while reading the newspaper and drinking tea, as did Nandini, who sat beside him. Paridhi showed Nandini something on her tablet. Nearby, Diya fed her daughter Kiara aloo paratha. Tanushri and Shourya having breakfast, their hands secretly locked beneath the table, hidden from everyone's view while Sandhya and Aman chuckled softly at the jokes during breakfast. Jay and Riaan discussed stocks. Piyali went into the kitchen, and Jevika checked the mansion's temple to ensure everything was ready for the morning pooja.

As the morning's energy peaked, Dr. Abhimanyu Singhania entered the dining hall, his presence commanding attention. His black blazer covered a navy blue shirt, his watch a precise accent. Beside him, Dr. Akriti Singhania, equally poised, wore a soft saree and a statement watch. They greeted the family warmly. "Good morning, everyone," Abhimanyu said in his deep voice. "Morning," Akriti added with a smile. 

As the staff served their healthy breakfast of boiled eggs, avocado toast, and coffee, Abhimanyu focused on his younger son. "Yatharth, your exams are approaching. Let's focus." "Yes, Papa," Yatharth replied with a nervous chuckle. Just easing the morning stress." He turned to his daughter. "Alia, how's your NEET prep?".  Alia answered confidently replying to her father "Physics and Chemistry are strong. Starting full-length tests this week,"  Abhimanyu nodded approvingly

Akriti lightened the mood. "Honestly, you're all  comedians during breakfast." The family laughed softly. She turned to Abhimanyu, who was on his phone. "Abhimanyu, when will Kabir's surgery end?" "Long one, seven hours. Started at seven, so around two or three." Abhimanyu replied. 

Riaan leaned in with a smirk and said "Poor kid. Imagine being in OT for seven hours. Kabir probably stitched his own gloves for extra practice." The table erupted in laughter, even Abhimanyu chuckled looked at Riaan and said "Riaan, You missed your calling, you should've been a comedian, not a lawyer." "Don't encourage him. He'll start cracking jokes in court next," Paridhi replied before Riaan could speak.

Yug entered, stethoscope around his neck, looking charming in his blue scrubs. "Phew! Finished morning rounds. Orthopedics ward is packed." Akriti raised an eyebrow. "And no water?" "Had filter coffee with interns. Good enough," Yug smiled. Abhimanyu teased and said  "Of course. I'm sure the orthopedic round was secondary." Yug grinned, and the table laughed knowingly.

Raiansh Singhania entered, his dark tailored blazer and crisp black shirt a signature of his composed presence. He greeted the family with a curt, "Good morning." Piyali emerged from the kitchen, balancing his "no oil, no sugar, high protein" breakfast with her own chia-pudding and almond toast. Her casual kurti and messy bun contrasted with her confident stride. "Finally," Raiansh teased, taking the plate, "My breakfast, not a decoration piece." "Why don't you thank the hands that feed you instead of inspecting the garnish?" Piyali replied him with raising one brow. Jay, Riaan, and Yug erupted in laughter. 

"Piyali Bhabhi," Yug said, "remind me not to get on your bad side. You roast harder than your granola." Paridhi winked at Piyali and said , "And still manage to make it look elegant." Shourya added, "Classic Raiansh, even at the breakfast table." 

Even Abhimanyu, Akriti, Nandid, Aman, and Sandhya smiled, while Rajeev chuckled softly from his corner. Raiansh smirked and sat beside Piyali, who nudged him playfully. "You're lucky I like you," she whispered, "Or you'd be eating plain oats." "You already made sure of that," Raiansh replied dryly. 

Diya fed Kiara aloo paratha. Kiara, in her pink frock and pink upside-down sunglasses, sat on the bench. "One more bite, cupcake lover. Then you pick the sprinkles," Diya said. Kiara chewed, then, spotting Raiansh, exclaimed, "Chachu! When Ariv bhaiya comes, jungle safari with binoculars and hats, okay?" Raiansh smirked, "Only if you don't scare the tigers with your fashion." "Pink is my safari uniform!" Kiara giggled. The nanny entered with 2 year old Krish, who toddled to Paridhi, pacifier dangling, and Paridhi scooped him up, saying, "Little explorer's done with his banana mash. Ready to rule the singhania's epic morning." Krish clapped as Riaan ruffled his hair. Tanushri, Diya, and Piyali made faces at him. Even Raiansh gave Krish, the youngest Singhania, a warm glance. The table softened.

Amidst the lively Singhania breakfast, Nandini, the eldest and most composed daughter-in-law, turned to Akriti, seated beside Sandhya.  Nandini broached the subject of Kabir's marriage  saying to Akriti that  "I think Akriti, You  and Abhimanyu should start thinking on kabirs marriage.  Akriti, valuing Nandini's wisdom, agreed it by saying Kabir never says much. He's always focused on work. But yes, I think it's time we start thinking seriously. Sandhya added that Kabir needed a strong yet understanding partner to unlock his caring heart. Nandini concluded that any woman joining their family as Kabir's Wife would be fortunate to have him.

Then the patriarch and matriarch of the family Devansh entered with his newspaper, followed by Shivangi. Everyone greets them and touches their feet. They give them blessings. "Where's Kabir? He hasn't eaten," Shivangi asked. "OT again, He left before sunrise. Dadi ma," Paridhi replied. Devansh sighed, "That boy's married to his stethoscope."

Naksh's booming voice from the hallway came. "Good morning, royalty! Did someone say aloo paratha?" Naksh Singhania, the life of the party, entered with a half-buttoned shirt, a lopsided grin, and tousled hair. Anticipation hung in the air as everyone turned to him. "Devar ji... late again?" Piyali teased, smirking. "Or were you dreaming of Rhea in a designer bridal lehenga this time?" Naksh clutched his heart dramatically. "Bhabhi! Privacy, please. What Rhea and I discuss in dreams stays in dreams!" Chuckles rippled through the room as Jay and Riaan exchanged horrified glances. Naksh paused, mid-bite. "Wait... where's Papa?" Just then, Jeevika arrived from the in house mandir, and answered her son "Naksh beta," Jeevika said, smiling. "Yesterday Papa said  he had to leave today early morning to Manali,You forgot kya ?. The Chief Minister is visiting our Manali resort there's a political summit." For which Naksh replied that, Yes Maa it totally went out of my head. Then  Turning to Ivaan, Yatharth, Alia, and Arohi, the Gen Z quartet huddled in a corner with phones, Jeevika's tone turned stern yet loving. "And you four! Phones aside. No pranks today. You will do the morning prayer." The room erupted in gasps and laughter. Yatharth whispered to Ivaan, "We're doomed. Today's trending reel: Singhania Gen Z forced into spirituality." Alia groaned, "Choti Chachi, I still haven't even removed my nail polish for the aarti thali!" Arohi calmly replied, "You'll survive. Let's not die over flowers and diyas." 

Devansh looked over his family , filled with doctors, lawyers, and businessmen and yet in that moment, it wasn't legacy or power that filled the air. It was laughter. Love. Belonging. And just like that, with teasing, noise, and banter, the entire Singhania clan gathered near the grand pooja mandir. A place fragrant with incense, glowing with lamps, and filled with the harmony of one large, legendary family coming together in prayer.

Kabir's empty chair served as a quiet reminder of his dedication, his presence felt on his empty chair. 

After morning prayer, everyone left in their cars for their routine work.

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So Readers, how did you find the Singhania family's morning? Did you enjoy their laughter, soft teasing, and the beautiful chaos of love that started their day?

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