The Rebellion Begins

Enough is Enough

Avni, Ayush, and Aryan had suffered.

Their legs burned from running. Their arms ached from push-ups. Their bodies begged for rest.

And now—cleaning the entire mansion?

Absolutely not.

As Avni dragged a mop across the marble floor, she grumbled, "We should revolt."

Aryan, dusting a shelf, perked up. "Like a rebellion?"

Ayush, barely holding up a vacuum, sighed. "Avni, we’re not in a war movie."

Avni ignored him. "I’m serious! This is unfair! Arnav and Anirudh are just making us suffer because they enjoy it!"

Aryan nodded. "Yeah, Anirudh was smirking while we were dying out there."

Ayush groaned. "I still can't feel my arms."

Avni slammed the mop down. "We have to fight back!"

Ayush raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

Avni smirked. "Oh, I have a plan."

The Great Cleaning Disaster

Step one of the plan? Sabotage.

Avni poured extra detergent into the water bucket. When Aryan mopped the floor—the entire hallway became a skating rink.

Aryan took one step and—slipped.

"AVNI!" he yelled as he crashed onto his back.

Ayush burst out laughing—until he stepped forward and slipped too.

Avni tried to hold in her laughter. "Okay, that wasn’t part of the plan."

Ayush groaned from the floor. "I hate you."

Aryan, still dazed, muttered, "I think I saw heaven for a second."

Unfortunately, this was only the beginning.

The Prank War Begins

Avni switched Anirudh’s office papers, replacing his legal documents with children’s coloring pages.

Aryan shortened the chair legs in Arnav’s study so when he sat—he nearly fell.

Ayush tampered with Anirudh’s alarm clock, setting it to go off every five minutes.

The three high-fived.

"This is genius," Aryan whispered.

"We are legends," Ayush added.

"We are—" Avni started.

BOOM.

The door to the study slammed open.

Arnav stood there, arms crossed, his glare deadly.

Behind him, Anirudh held his shuffled coloring pages with a murderous look.

Silence.

Avni, Aryan, and Ayush exchanged nervous glances.

Anirudh slowly held up a page. It had a picture of a cartoon dinosaur wearing a hat.

His voice was dangerously low. "Care to explain?"

Aryan gulped. "Uhh… you said your work was boring, so we… spiced it up?"

Arnav took a deep breath. "You three… are dead."

To Be Continued…