Sakshi
"Then Priyank slipped and fell instead of executing the prank he had planned." Ektha giggles, whispering the full story to me about how Priyank is a failed prankster in the house.
I chortle, pricking the needle in my finger instead of the flower. "Ah, ouch!" I wince between the laughs, startling poor Ektha.
"Omg, I am so sorry, bhabhi! Are you alright?" Her laugh slowly dies down, and she grabs my hand quickly. She blows on it, rubbing it softly with her thumb.
I struggle to breathe. "Yes, I am fine. It didn't prick me deeply, just the outer skin." I calm her down, still laughing.
"Still." Ektha's face grows regretful. The spot where it hit me has grown red, but it's fine. The needle is blunt since it's for sewing flowers into a cotton thread. "It's my fault." She says.
"Uff,
