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A lazy Sunday morning, two different houses, and routines so ordinary—unaware they were quietly setting fate into motion.
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“Aadhya, uth jao Devi! It’s 11 o’clock!”
The peaceful silence of the Kapoor house was broken by Priya Kapoor’s voice echoing through the hallway.
Inside the cozy, pastel-pink room, Aadhya lay tangled in her blanket, her hair messy and her face half-buried in the pillow. The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting soft golden streaks across her face. She groaned dramatically, turning to the other side.
“Mumma, it’s Sunday… thodi der aur soone do na,” she mumbled, clutching the blanket like it was her shield against responsibility.
"So what if it's Sunday? That doesn't mean you're going to sleep for the whole day," Priya replied. "You're a high school student now, you shouldn't be this lazy."
Aadhya, still half-asleep, challenged her. "What does being a high school student have to do with sleeping?"
Just then, her brother, Rehan, came out and said, "Mumma, rehne do! She's having thousands of excuses for not waking up."
Aadhya immediately sat up and shouted at him, "Tu chup kar! You don't do anything yourself, and you don't let me sleep either!"
"I am your elder brother! Talk to me with respect, and anyway, I work more than you do!" Rehan exclaimed.
"Enough! Now stop fighting, both of you," Priya's voice cut through the quarrel. "And Aadhya, now that you're woken up to argue with your brother, hurry up, get ready and come downstairs I’m making breakfast!"
Aadhya let out a long sigh and finally started to get out of bed.
After a while, she got ready and went downstairs. She walked to the dining table where her father was reading the newspaper.
"Good morning, Papa," she said with an embarrassed smile.
Her father looked up from his paper. "Beta, kaafi jaldi uth gayi?" he teased, noting her late appearance. (You woke up quite early, haven't you?)
Ignoring his joke, Aadhya turned to her mother. "Mumma, khaane mein kya banaya hai?" she asked, hoping for something good. (What did you make for food?)
"Karele ki sabji aur roti," her mother replied. (Bitter gourd vegetable and roti.)
Aadhya's face fell. "Kya? Karele ki sabji? Subah-subah? On a Sunday, I'm not eating that!" she said with disgust. (What? Bitter gourd? In the morning?)
Rehan, ever ready to annoy her, chimed in, "Toh ab kya khayegi? Should we prepare 56 bhog for you now?" he mocked .
"56 bhog nahi, main khaungi Maggi!" Aadhya declared. (Not 56 bhog, I'll eat Maggi!)
Aadhya’s declaration—"I’ll eat Maggi!"—hung in the air, a final protest against the dreaded Karele ki Sabji (bitter gourd).
Priya sighed, shaking her head. "But Maggi toh ghar par hai hi nahi," she said, defeated. "What to do? You'll have to eat the bitter gourd, then."
Aadhya slammed her hand dramatically on the table. "No, Mumma, I can't! You send Bhaiya to get Maggi," she pleaded, pointing at her brother, Rehan.
Before Aadhya could finish her request, Rehan immediately objected, his hands up in defense. "Nahi, main nahi jaa raha!" (No, I'm not going!)
Aadhya turned to him, adopting a sickeningly sweet and innocent smile that she reserved only for extreme situations. Her eyes were wide, her face radiating pure, manufactured innocence.
"Bhaiya! Please, please Maggi le aao," she cooed. "Aap toh itna bhi nahi kar sakte?" (Brother! Please bring the Maggi. Can't you do even this much for your little sister?)
Rehan was not fooled by the sudden change in tone. "Bhaiya?" he repeated, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why the sudden respect? Usually, you scream and shout at me, and now that you want me to do some work, you're talking with such respect?"
Aadhya dropped the innocent act for half a second, her frustration boiling over, but quickly recovered. "Are Bhaiya, please!" she pleaded again, trying to push past his logic with sheer emotional appeal.
Rehan held the look for a moment longer, enjoying his victory. Finally, he gave in with a grunt. "Okay, chala jaata hoon," he agreed. Then, he turned to his mother. "Mumma, paise de do?" (Okay, I'll go. Mumma, give me the money?)
Priya just smiled,and reached for her purse.
Aadhya pumped her fist in a silent cheer. Soon, the day would be saved by two minutes of hot, delicious Maggi.
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On the other side at the Malhotra residence
Varnika got ready and went downstairs.
She entered the kitchen and saw her mother, Neha busy making food. Her father, Vikram was settled on the sofa, watching the news on television. And her brother, Kairav, was buried and intensely focused on his book, as usual.
Next, she went to the living room and greeted her father. "Good morning, Mumma and Papa," she said.
They replied with a smile on their faces, "Good Morning, Beta."
Her brother, Kairav, was nearby, buried and intensely focused on his book, as usual. Varnika teased him "Good morning, Kitabi Keede," she said, using a playful Hindi nickname that meant 'bookworm.' "Itna padhai karke kahan jaaega?
Kairav finally looked up, his expression a mixture of annoyance and cool confidence. "Jahan kabhi tu nahi jaa sakti," he retorted, his words landing with a sting.
Varnika rolled her eyes at his superior attitude and went back to her mother, who was still working in the kitchen. She knew it was pointless to argue with Kairav when he was in "scholar mode."
"Mumma, what are we having?" Varnika asked, leaning against the counter. "Is it something exciting, or are we having healthy Sunday food?"
Her mother smiled. " Main toh lunch ke liye paneer ki sabji bana rahi hun, tu bata tujhe kya khana hai ? “
She answered “ Mera toh Sandwich khane ka mann hai “
Her mother replied, "Apne bhai se poochh le usse kya khane ka mann hai “
She went to her brother and asked him “ tu sandwich khayega? “
Her brother, Kairav , still focused on his book, gave a dry reply, "hmm”
Varnika then went back to her mother.
She told her mother, "Mumma, woh bhi khaayega."
Her mother said, while simultaneously bringing out money, "Jaa, phir shop se jaakar bread le kara. Phir main tum dono ko sandwich bana dungi."
Varnika's face lit up. "Yes! Now that's a Sunday morning!" she took money from her mother , grabbed her phone and headed towards the door.
And that’s how our Sunday begins… simple, chaotic, and ordinary.
But little do Aadhya and Varnika know that somewhere out there, two boys — Kairav and Rehan — are about to change their stories forever.
What starts as a normal morning may just lead to unexpected connections.
Stay tuned… the first sparks are closer than they think. ✨💕
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