THE CHARMER • ♘ Mahabharat fanfiction ♘

[𝟏] ~ ⁠☆ 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ☆

The charming residence of the Ranawat family nestled in the heart of the enchanting pink city, buzzed with the vibrant energy of the morning. The home was alive with the hum of daily activities, exuding an atmosphere of joyous serenity that seemed to envelop its every corner with an ethereal calm.

The youngest of the family, Krisha, is a radiant spirit, her heart pure and untouched by any shadow of unkindness. Always adorned with a gentle, perpetual smile, she weaves through life like a sunbeam with her rare gift of effortlessly befriending almost everyone she meets. Her warmth and innocence are a source of joy to all who encounter her, turning each moment into one of grace.

She is an epitome, the very embodiment of a perfect child, with her academic brilliance shining through with top grades, and her prowess in swimming marked by two gold medals and one silver at the national level. Reverent and gentle, she moves through life with a grace that reflects impeccable manners and a natural elegance. Not a whisper of complaint has ever touched her. Her every action a testament to her flawless character.

At the moment, she was reciting the Ramayana to her grandparents in a quaint temple near the garden, the gentle caress of the cool morning breeze making her hair flutter in harmony. She adores the serene smiles that grace their wrinkled faces, their features softening as they listen to the ancient words flowing from her lips like liquid diamonds.

"Breakfast is served" her mother's warm voice gently beckoned around her, calling them for the morning feast and with a twinkle of delight Krisha respectfully closed the book, settling it in its place and lovingly took her grandparents' hands, guiding them inside.

Once comfortably settled, she took the first bite of her mother's exquisite chole bhature and the taste was so divine that she felt herself melt into bliss. "I'm certain she would have married them if she could" Daksh, her cousin, teased playfully "oh, I would have done so in a heartbeat!" she replied with a gleeful laugh, savoring another mouthful of the heavenly dish.

"Save your playful jests for later, for now just savor your breakfast" her mother advised, while gracefully setting the food containers on the table "and Rakshit, have you secured the tickets and rooms for our trip?" she inquired her elder son, with a voice blending with the morning's calm.

"Maa, I took care of the tickets and rooms last week only" he replied with a calm assurance "with Janmashtami drawing a great crowd, I thought it's wise to make arrangements ahead of time. And as we have already decided, tomorrow we all can set out, so please be prepared before then" he informed, his voice carrying a note of anticipation.

"I should leave for the hospital now" her uncle Varun uttered in a mannered voice before leaving for the said place, where her father was already present from early morning to serve as the on-call surgeon.

And after a hearty breakfast, everyone else also drifted into the cadence of their daily lives.

After placing her plate in the kitchen, Krisha glanced toward the main door, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she eagerly awaited her best friends, who sharply contrasts from her.

Laksh and Darsh, whom she had met in fourth grade when her family relocated from Jodhpur to Jaipur, and from that day forward the trio has been inseparable.

Unlike her both of them are perpetually etched into every teacher's bad book, not for a lack of academic prowess but for their relentless misadventures, their names often highlighted in crimson ink as if by fate's own design---a testament to their troublesome luck.

Laksh, with his gentle heart and quick temper pairs oddly with Darsh, who remains calm and wise yet finds no refuge from the mishaps. Their most vivid memory is from a camping trip, where they were assigned the task of lighting a bonfire which tragically led to the burning of two tents. It feels as though misfortune dances at their heels, shadowing their every step with a whisper of chaos.