SHIVANSH'S POV
(AFTER 3 DAYS)
The morning sun is already streaming in through the half-drawn curtains, and I can hear the muffled sounds of activity downstairs. I'm still half-awake, and wondering if I can squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep when suddenly—bang!—my door flies open.
"Get up, lazybones! You'll be late again!" It's my cousin sister himanshi, grinning wickedly as she yanks the blanket off me.
"Can't you ever knock?" I grumble, swatting at her with one hand as I try to grab the blanket back with the other. But she's already darted out of reach, clutching it like she's won a prize.
"What's the point of knocking.. jab apko uthna to aise hi hota hai bhaiyaa? Badi maa told me to wake you up, so here I am. Consider it mera ehsaan" she says, laughing as she tosses the blanket onto a chair.
(When you have to wake up like this only)
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. "ehsaan, my foot. You just want an excuse to annoy me first thing in the morning."
Before I can argue further, my cousin brother Ishank barges in, a toothbrush dangling from his mouth, foam everywhere.
"What's the noise about? Can't a guy brush his teeth in peace?" he mumbles, words barely coherent. He plops down on the edge of my bed, making himself comfortable while scrolling through his phone.
"Get out of my room, both of you! Can't I have one morning without you two invading my space?" I snap, but there's no real anger in my voice.
It's become our morning ritual—bickering, teasing, and somehow all getting ready in the middle of the chaos.
"Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming," himanshi bickered, rolling her eyes. "By the way, Badi maa made aloo parathas for breakfast, but if you take forever like usual, you'll get the last, cold one. Just saying."
At the mention of aloo parathas, my stomach growls loudly. I try to play it cool, but I can't hide my enthusiasm.
"Fine, I'm getting up! But if you both eat the last paratha, chhorne nahi wala fir main tumhe."
(I won't leave you guys)
"Chill out, drama king. I saved one for you." Ishank says, flashing a cheeky grin. "But only if you admit I'm the best sibling."
"Oh, please. If anyone's the best, it's obviously me," Himanshi jumps in, flipping her hair like she's in a shampoo ki ad.
"Both of you are delusional," I say, finally swinging my legs out of bed. "I'm the one who tolerates both of you, so by default, main hi best hu!"
The banter continues as I started to head towards bathroom. I completed my morning routine got in my today's outfit and headed towards downstairs.
The smell of ghee and spices fills the air, and I can hear maa yelling at Aransh as he wasn't eating his full breakfast.
In the dining area, papa is buried in his newspaper, grumbling about the state of the country, while Chachu is already seated at the table, peeling oranges and giving us a disapproving look for being so loud so early.
We all sit down for breakfast, still teasing and bickering, fighting over the butter and who gets the biggest piece of paratha. My sister insists on taking the crispy one, and my brother tries to swipe an extra spoonful of achar before anyone notices.
"Every morning it's the same drama with you three. Can't you ever eat without fighting?"Maa finally said noticing us, shaking her head.
"It's called bonding, Maa" I reply, grinning as I reach for the last paratha. My siblings both dive for it too, and in the scramble, himanshi somehow ends up with it. She smirks in triumph while I pretend to sulk.
"Next time, I'm waking up early," I mutter.
"Sure, sure. We'll believe it when we see it," they both chorus in unison, laughing as they dig into their plates.
And as much as I complain, I wouldn't trade this noisy, bickering-filled start to the day for anything else. and with this I ultimately headed towards College.
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It's just another regular day in college. The sun's blazing overhead, the air is heavy with the usual mix of chatter, honking bikes, and distant construction noise. I'm walking toward the canteen with my friends, half-listening to their conversation about last night's world cup match while mentally going over the assignments I still need to finish. Everything's routine, I always have lots of backlogs.
Same old jokes, same old faces, and the same rush of students moving in every direction like we're all part of some chaotic orchestra.
We're about to reach the canteen when I spot Kiara in rehearsal hall and how could i miss this opportunity so I decided to move towards spot.
The hall was alive with music, a rhythmic beat of Ambarsariya that echoed off the walls. I stood, half-hidden behind a pillar, watching the scene unfold with a mix of emotions I couldn't quite put into words.
Gali Mein Maare Fhere
Paas Aane Ko Mere
Gali Mein Maare Fhere
Paas Aane Ko Mere
Kabhi Parakhta Nain Mere Tu
Kabhi Parakhta Tor
Kabhi Parakhta Nain Mere Tu
Kabhi Parakhta Tor
Ambarsariya Mundave Kachiya
Kaliyaan Na Tod
I shouldn't be here I know that but I can't seem to stay away. Not when she's out there, dancing with that Vihaan.
She's the reason I'm here, hiding like some awkward teenager who doesn't know how to handle his feelings. I feel this uncomfortable tightness in my chest, a twisting sensation that gets worse every time he places his hand on her waist or pulls her in close for a turn.
Teri Maa Ne Bole Hain Mujhey
Teekhey Se Bol
Teri Maa Ne Bole Hain Mujhey
Teekhey Se Bol
Ambarsariya
Ho Ambarsariya
After hearing the song's lyrics, my mind urged to say Kiara that... Leave that teekhey se bol wali line... It should be isse to tum bilkul na bolo meri jaan!!
Kiara's face is focused, her brow furrowed in concentration, but there's a spark in her eyes, a lightness in her step. She's clearly in her element, effortlessly matching Vihaan's movements, their chemistry on full display.
Huhh!!They're looking good together, I can't deny that, and that thought gnaws at me. This also haunts me. I watch as they move in perfect sync, her laughter ringing out when they pull off a difficult move without missing a beat. It's that laugh that gets me—the one that's so genuine, so carefree.
And suddenly I felt someone tapping on my shoulder, I turned to see the person there only to find Advik.
"Orr taadli khoobsurat ladkii ya baki hai apka karyakaram abhi!" He taunted.
( Have you completed oogling beautiful girl or your program is left.)
"Kuchh bhi kyu kehta hai tu" I replied.
(Why do say anything)
"Maana bhaii mujhe tere halaat pata hain but what about everyone else.. sbko lgega ki tu Kiara ko stalk kr rha hai... Or agr fir tujhe maar pdhi logo se to.. main bachane aaunga aisi galatfehmi me mat rahiyo!!" He said while tapping my shoulder.
( I accept bro that i know your condition but what about everyone else.. everyone will feel like you're stalking Kiara.. and if people starts to beat you then.. don't assume i am going to save you.)
"Ho gyi dailogue baazi teri" I sighed as we leave for canteen leaving Kiara and Vihaan practicing.
(Are you done with your dailogue)
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KIARA'S POV
(FRESHERS DAY)
The sun had barely risen when my alarm went off, pulling me out of a restless sleep. Today was the day—the freshers' ceremony, the event everyone had been buzzing about since the first day of college.
I sat up in bed, excitement and nerves twisting together in my stomach. I quickly checked my phone where my seniors were already sending messages, talking about what they were planning to wear, and reminding each other not to be late.
After weeks of anticipation, planning outfits, and running through imagined scenarios in my head, it was finally here.
So, i headed towards washroom to complete my morning routine.
"Where is my charger? It was right here last night! I knew I shouldn’t have left it out in the open." I heard my brother as he was approaching my room.
"Oh, this charger? I thought it was mine. You always mix up our stuff!" I said making an excuse.
"How is this yours? Mine is the one with the frayed wire because someone *cough* you keeps yanking it like a rope." He said while snatching it from my hands.
"Yanking it? I’m just using it normally. It’s not my fault you buy cheap chargers that break after a week!" I defensively murmured.
"Normal use? You act like ghar me mahabharat ka yudh chal rha ho.. jhn tum ek last yudha bachi ho or yeh charger teri talwaar ho madam!" He replied.
(You act like there's mahabharat's war going on in our house.. where you are the last soldier who's alive and this charger is your sword)
"Why are you two shouting so early in the morning? Ab agr dono me se ek ki bhi awaz aayi na mujhe... To mera belan hoga or tumhara sar... Kude me fek dungi us charger ko!" My mom yelled from downstairs.
(Now if I hear anyone's voice among both of you.. then i will have rolling pin in my hands and beat you guys... I will throw this charger in trash.)
We siblings freeze realizing the gravity of the situation. We exchange quick glances, silently agreeing to cooperate in order to save ourselves from jhadu, slippers and all those hathiyar of our mom.
"Jao rakhlo bhaiyaa... upkar kiya aap pr." I grinned and descended downstairs.
(Here keep it bhaiyaa.. i am doing an act of kindness.)
Where i could see my mom in kitchen preparing breakfast and my papa sitting in dinning area totally engrossed in his phone.
I too sat on chair while biting my nails unconsciously as I was getting nervous now.
"Betaa, you look beautiful. Why are you so tense? You’ve been waiting for this day for weeks!" My mom praised me.
"I know, but what if I don’t fit in? What if I couldn't perform well?" I nervously said.
"And what if everyone loves you for being exactly who you are? Just be yourself. That’s more than enough. Besides, these things are always more fun than you imagine." My papa cheered me up.
"Come on, you’re overthinking like always. Tumhari aadao ke to sab dewane hain... Ek do thumke pr to adhi janta mar jaye!" Here comes my bhabhi.
(Everyone are fan of your looks... Half of the population will die on your dance moves.)
"And remember, fresher’s day is all about enjoying yourself and meeting new people. You don’t have to be perfect. Just go and have fun!" My bhaii intervened.
"Tension mt lo buii... Dhande gaad kr aana." My angel spoke while sensing my nervousness, making all of us laugh.
(Don't be tensed buii...just hoist the flag)
"Dhande nhi beta jhande hota hai!" Bhabhi said laughingly while tapping her head.
(I have no translation for this guyss)
After doing my breakfast with these talks I headed towards college.
After this long chapter I still have to say
So sorry I just couldn't sum up freshers in this chapter... Picture to abhi baki hai mere dost!! Its already 2000 words and I cannot write more in this chapter. It'll continue in next chapter and also I'll try to update soon.
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