Chapter 1
Sunday mornings were meant for sleeping in.At least that's what Aarohi believed with her whole soul.
But her sister, Ananya, clearly didn't."Aarohi! It's 9:30. Get up!"
Ananya's voice echoed through the room with the confidence of someonewho used to be a school topper and still behaved like the house captain.
Aarohi irritatedly, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Di, please. It's Sunday. Let me die in peace."
"Nope," Ananya said, throwing the blanket away. "We're going shopping
with Mom. And you're not making us late again."That was the thing about
Ananya - she had her life sorted.
Topper in school.Now doing B.Com.
Plays basketball like she was born with a jersey on.Dreams of playing professionally one day.Compared to her,
Aarohi... well.Aarohi felt like the glitch in the system.She sat up slowly, hair in a mess.
Her brain instantly started overthinking - the daily playlist:
What am I even doing with commerce? What if I never make Mom proud?Why is life so confusing? Why is Di so energetic at 9:30 AM?
"Stop thinking so loudly," Ananya muttered, throwing a towel at her.
While she got ready, their mother's sharp voice came from the hall.
"Girls! Ten minutes. I don't care who's ready and who's not."Advocate
Shalini Mehra never needed to repeat herself.Losing her husband had turned her into steel strong, disciplined, and someone who carried the house on her shoulders without bending. Aarohi respected her deeply... and felt pressure because of that same strength.
When she walked into the living room, Ananya was already dressed always looking like a basketball player in magazine cover.
Aarohi narrowed her eyes."You woke me up on' cause you want my opinion on outfits."
Ananya smirked. "Maybe. But you still look like you fought two demons in your sleep."
"Because YOU are the demon," Aarohi in savage mode
Their mother stepped in between them, hiding a smile.
"Stop roasting each other for two minutes.And Aarohi... thank you for waking up without a war."Aarohi shrugged.
pretending it didn't make her happy.Relatives had ruined enough years of their lives after her father's
death - fake sympathy, drama, greed.Aarohi never forgot. Maybe that's why she keep her world small:her mom, her sister, a couple of friends, and self.Just a quiet Sunday.A typical Mehra-family morning with mild chaos, sarcastic arguments, and way too much overthinking.Nothing dramatic.
Just the beginning of a story she didn't know she was walking into.
