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We can see a boy in his mid-twenties doing his workout in a room. The walls of the room are painted blue and white. One side of the wall was covered with photo frames. A big photo frame was placed on the wall above the bed. A working table was present near the window. And a guitar was placed beside the table. We can see the photo frame with a couple's picture placed on it, as well as a toy bike. On the other side, we could see his closet.
The boy was doing push-ups and sweating badly, burning calories. A lady in her late forties entered the room with a bottle in her hand.
"Good morning, Atharv," said the lady.
Yes, he is our hero, Atharv Raj Murty.
"Good morning, Amma," he said, sitting on the floor and wiping away his sweat with a hand towel.
So, the lady is Mrs. Padmini Raj Murty, the sweet and lovable mother of our hero.
"Here is your protein shake," she said, handing him the bottle.
"Thanks, Maa!" he said, taking the bottle from her.
"So, when are you planning to bring my daughter-in-law to this house?" She asked, sitting on the bed.
"Why don't you ask Pantulu Garu (the priest) and fix a muhurtham for our engagement and marriage?" said Atharv.
"Really?" Padmini asked, squealing and jumping in happiness. "Oh no, I have lots of work to do." (Typical Indian Mom)
"Ayyo, Amma, calm down. First, I have to talk with her father and brother. Then I have to propose to her. And then you can plan whatever you want," Atharv said, shaking his head in disbelief while looking at his mother.
"Then, when are you going to meet her family?" Padmini asked her son with enthusiasm.
"I'm going today for the 11 o'clock flight. From there, I'll go to Hyderabad directly," said Atharv.
"So, you have done all the planning, but don't you think you forgot about one more thing?" Padmini asked, looking at her son mischievously.
"And what is that?" Atharv inquired, sipping his protein shake.
She smirked at him and said, "Don't you have to get permission from me and your father?"
Atharv looked at his mother, narrowing his eyes.
"Okay, I'll do that now only. Come with me," he said, dragging his mother to her room.
He opened his parents room door and saw his father standing in front of the dressing table and combing his hair, whistling. Padmini chuckled at her husband's obsession with his hair.
Atharv cleared his throat, standing at the door. Raj looked at his son and wife, who were standing at the door and staring at him.
"I know, I'm handsome. So, stop staring at me like that; I'm feeling shy," he said, keeping the comb on the table.
