Here's the revised chapter with the Hindi dialogues and their English translations:
The early morning sun cast a soft glow as Amit turned his bike away from the office gate, leaving Priya behind. The road, slowly waking up, was a mix of a few early morning buses rumbling by, the occasional milkman on his bicycle, and a handful of cars starting their day. The footpaths had a few joggers and early risers taking a stroll. The air was still relatively fresh, carrying the faint scent of dew on the leaves.
Amit expertly maneuvered his bike, the quieter roads a welcome change from the daytime chaos. He passed by closed shops, their shutters still down, and the hushed silence of the neighborhood was only occasionally broken by the chirping of birds. He saw a few people hurrying, perhaps late for their morning commute or early appointments.
Finally, turning into his residential lane, the quiet deepened. The familiar sight of his home came into view. But as he parked his bike, he saw his mother standing at the doorway, her arms crossed, a thunderous expression on her face.
Amit's heart sank. "Shit yaar, ab phir mummy ki daant sunni padegi," he muttered to himself. (Shit man, now I'll have to listen to Mom's scolding again.) He had vaguely mentioned a party last night, but had conveniently omitted the detail of his all-night absence.
"Lo aa gaye janab party banakar dost ki! Party abhi khatam hui hai inki," his mother exclaimed, her voice sharp with disapproval. (Here comes the gentleman, after partying at his friend's! His party has just ended.) "Poori raat kahaan the huzoor? Bata kar bhi nahi gaye ki sahab raat bhar gayab rahenge." (Where were you all night, sir? You didn't even inform us that you would be gone all night.)
"Mummy, raat bahut ho gayi thi toh doston ne invite kiya toh dost ke room ka restaurant ke paas hi toh tha, wahin ruk gaya," Amit offered weakly. (Mom, it had gotten very late at night, so my friends invited me, and my friend's room was near the restaurant, so I stayed there.)
"Achha dekho toh! Neend poori karke aa rahe hain! Hum yahaan raat bhar inke intezaar mein tension mein soye nahi aur yeh aaram farma rahe the!" she retorted, her voice rising. (Look at him! He's coming after a full night's sleep! We were awake all night, worried and waiting for him, and he was आराम फरमा रहे थे - taking it easy!) "Ek call hi toh karna tha! Kya ho jaata? Ek call nahi hua tumse?" (You just had to make one call! What would have happened? You couldn't even make one call?)
"Maa, aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas dhyaan se utar gaya doston ke beech mein," Amit tried to explain. (Mom, it's nothing like that. It just slipped my mind in the midst of my friends.)
"Lo! Ab doston ke beech mein maa ko phone karna bhool gaye! Aage pata nahi kya kya bhoolenge yeh. Jab shaadi karne lagenge yeh janab, toh phir toh yeh humein phool hi jaayenge!" she lamented dramatically. (Look! Now he forgot to call his mother while with his friends! Who knows what else he'll forget in the future. When this gentleman gets married, then he'll forget all about us!) "Aji sunte ho? Amit ke papa, dekho Amit kya keh raha hai! Yeh ab hum sabko bhool hi jayega!" (Hey, are you listening? Amit's father, look what Amit is saying! He will forget all of us now!)
"Mummy, aisa kab kaha maine?" Amit protested, his voice laced with exasperation. (Mom, when did I say that?)
"Achha! Tumne aisa kuch nahi kaha? Achha, toh main ab jhooth bhi bolne lagi na? Are aiji sunte ho? Amit ke papa, ab hum jhooth bhi bolne lage hain!" she declared, her gaze fixed on Amit who was still standing hesitantly at the door. (Oh! You didn't say anything? Oh, so now I've started lying, have I? Hey, are you listening? Amit's father, now we've started lying!)
Amit thought to himself, "Yaar, maine toh abhi kuch bola bhi nahi toh yeh kahaan se kahaan baat pahunch jaati hai!" (Man, I haven't even said anything yet, and the conversation has gone from one place to another!)
Just then, Amit's father's voice came from inside, "Haan, sunn liya. Ab rehne bhi do usse. Ghar mein aane bhi doge ya nahi ki saara gussa bahar hi nikalna hai?" (Yes, I heard. Now let it be. Will you let him come inside or are you going to vent all your anger outside?)
His mother finally stepped aside, allowing Amit to enter. He quickly walked past her and headed straight for his room. His father and younger brother, Sumit, were sitting at the dining table, sipping their morning tea. They both watched Amit's hasty retreat, struggling to suppress their laughter. Amit's father quickly hid his face behind his newspaper, while Sumit covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking with silent amusement.
"Aapko hansi kyun aa rahi hai?" his mother demanded, turning towards them, her anger momentarily diverted. (Why are you laughing?)
Sumit and his father replied in unison, trying to sound serious, "Hum log? Hum kahaan hass rahe hain?" (Us? Where are we laughing?)
His mother finally stepped aside, allowing Amit to enter. He quickly walked past her and headed straight for his room. His father and younger brother, Sumit, were sitting at the dining table, sipping their morning tea. They both watched Amit's hasty retreat, struggling to suppress their laughter. Amit's father quickly hid his face behind his newspaper, while Sumit covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking with silent amusement.
"Aapko hansi kyun aa rahi hai?" his mother demanded, turning towards them, her anger momentarily diverted. (Why are you laughing?)
Sumit and his father replied in unison, trying to sound serious, "Hum log? Hum kahaan hass rahe hain?" (Us? Where are we laughing?)
His mother glared at his father, suspicion in her eyes. "Tum bhi hans rahe ho? Kya tamasha laga rakha hai ghar mein?" (You are also laughing? What drama is going on in this house?)
Amit's father lowered his newspaper slightly, his eyes twinkling. "Arre, main toh yeh khabar padh raha tha. Kitni funny baat likhi hai ismein." (Oh, I was just reading this news. There's such a funny thing written in it.) He quickly raised the newspaper again, a slight smile still visible.
"Funny baat! Tumhe toh sab funny lagta hai. Dekhte nahi ho, ladka kitni der baad ghar aa raha hai aur tumhe hansi aa rahi hai?" his mother retorted, her voice still sharp. (Funny thing! Everything seems funny to you. Can't you see, the boy is coming home after so long, and you are laughing?)
Amit's father peeked over the top of the newspaper. "Ab woh aa toh gaya hai na? Chhodo bhi ab. Subah subah gussa kyun ho rahi ho?" (Well, he has come now, hasn't he? Let it go now. Why are you getting angry early in the morning?)
"Chhod doon? Tumhe kya pata kitni chinta ho rahi thi mujhe raat bhar. Ek baar phone karne mein kya bigad jaata iska?" she said, her voice softening slightly but still laced with concern. (Let it go? What do you know about the worry I felt all night? What would have gone wrong if he had made one call?)
Amit's father finally lowered the newspaper completely, a gentle smile on his face. "Haan, ismein toh galti hui hai uski. Woh main bhi kahunga usse. Ab jaane do andar. Thoda fresh ho lega." (Yes, he made a mistake in this. I will also talk to him about it. Now let him go inside. He will freshen up a bit.)
His mother sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "Haan, jaane do. Lekin baad mein main baat karungi isse achhe se." (Yes, let him go. But I will talk to him properly later.) She then turned and walked further into the house.
Amit's father exchanged a knowing glance with Sumit, a small smile playing on both their lips before Sumit quickly composed himself as his mother moved away.