CHAHAT'S POV:
Present time…
In a room, an alarm rang, but someone snoozed it again because it was disturbing their beauty sleep. A girl was lying on the bed, but suddenly, she woke up and hurriedly tried to get ready—messing up everything in the process—because she knew she was late…
Just then, someone shouted from outside her room, "WAKE UPPPP…!"
And now she knew—she was doomed.
Hi, I’m Chahat! Naam to suna hoga… Hihihi!...
You must be wondering why I’m randomly introducing myself like this… Well, it’s because I woke up late again! And now, my mom is definitely going to give me a lecture. But don’t worry, I’m used to it—I’ll just listen to it again.
Alright, I better go now, or else I’m done for!
Bye…!
(You must have heard the name.)
(Note: all the translations will be written in brackets right after the sentence end)
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"Good morning, Maa," I said as I reached downstairs.
"Good morning, you lazy girl! Waking up this late again—aren't you ashamed? You better change your habits! If this continues even after marriage, your husband will leave you the very next day!" Mahek (Chahat’s mom) said.
"Oh God, Maa! Not the marriage talks again! How many times do I have to tell you—I don’t want to get married!" Chahat replied.
"You’re already 25, my dear… Anyway, leave it. Breakfast is ready, eat it. I’m going to the Bhajan (prayer gathering)" Mahek said.
"Okay, Matashree! Bye!" Chahat said.
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(Same day at evening)
I’m working on my laptop even though I’m on paid leave because I still have a lot to complete.
Currently, I work as a primary school teacher—not just because it’s a job, but because I love kids. And I have a secret that only my best friends know—not even my family. I’m a writer. Writing has been my hobby since childhood, and now, I write, post, and even earn from it—not a huge amount, but still a decent income. The best part? I love both of my jobs!
As I was working, one of my best friends called.
Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce my two namune—my lifelines!
First, there’s Diti, my best friend, my sukoon (peace), whom I met in college.
And then, there’s Arun, the troublemaker, whom I met in high school.
(P.S.: Actually, I’m the troublemaker, and he’s the poor guy who keeps solving my problems!)
But honestly, if these two weren’t in my life, I wouldn’t even know how to live. Yet, they hate taking credit for anything!
Now, you must be thinking, "Wow, such amazing friends!" But in reality, they are absolute rascals! Haha, I can’t curse here, though.
My train of thought was suddenly broken by my caller tune. Oh no! I forgot to pick up her call! As soon as I answered…
Diti: kaha mar gyi call utha na…
Me: sorry kuch soch rhi thi..
Diti: kya?
Me: yehi ki tujhse picha kese chudaya jaaye..
Diti: sorry madam is Janam me possible nhi hai..
Me: shit yrr… accha chod bata call kyu kiya tha..
(translation:
Diti: Where the hell are you? Pick up the call!
Me: Sorry, I was lost in thought…
Diti: About what?
Me: About how to get rid of you.
Diti: Sorry, madam, that’s not possible in this lifetime.
Me: Ugh, damn it! Alright, forget it—just tell me why you called.)
So after that, we got engrossed in our call and forgot about the world around us… After talking to Diti for almost an hour, we finally ended the call.
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Everything in my life is perfect, yet I still feel like something is missing… a part of my life that I long for.
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Author’s Note:
What do you think—who is she missing?
Stay tuned to find out, guys…
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