𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

a new beginning

PRESENT ;

Rooh beta, wake up! You'll be late for the flight!" Mom's urgent voice cut through my dream, jolting me into semi-consciousness. She swung my bedroom door open briefly, just long enough to give her warning before shutting it hurriedly as she dashed down the hallway. I could hear her footsteps fading away, probably rushing to pack last-minute things.

"Flight? Late?" I mumbled, still half-asleep, as my body struggled to shake off the comfort of the warm bed. The word "flight" echoed in my head, bouncing between the remnants of my dream and the reality I was slowly waking up to.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the bedside table, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the darkened room. The notification was nothing special-just another promotional message from Jio, a random SMS like the ones I usually ignore. But as I reached for my phone, my eyes involuntarily flicked to the time at the top of the screen: 8:00 AM.

Wait... 8:00 AM? My brain sluggishly connected the dots, then panic hit me like a slap to the face.

WHAT?! 8:00 AM? I bolted upright, adrenaline now fully awake even if I wasn't. And then my eyes caught the date-21st March.

Oh no. No, no, no. My mind raced as I scrambled to make sense of it all. Today's the 21st?! My heart sank into my stomach. My flight. My flight is at 11:00 AM!

I screamed, my voice piercing through the morning silence. "Oh no, I'm fucking late!" The realization slammed into me, panic surging through my veins as I threw the covers off and leaped out of bed.

What do I do first? Should I pack? Wait, no, shower! Yes, shower! I need to wake up properly. My mind raced as I stumbled across the room, grabbing random clothes for after my shower. Get clean, then pack. That was the plan. Right? It had to be.

I dashed into the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my feet making me shiver, as I hastily turned on the shower, waiting impatiently for the water to heat up. Why didn't I set an earlier alarm? I cursed myself under my breath as the water finally hit my skin.

After lathering and scrubbing like my life depended on it, I rushed out of the bathroom, my hair still dripping, and steam billowing out behind me. I grabbed a towel and hastily wrapped it around myself as I darted back into my room. The clock was ticking, and with every passing second, the sense of urgency tightened in my chest.

I glanced at the clock- 9:00 AM. A whole one hour just to shower? Are you kidding me? My mind was spiraling, but I couldn't afford to lose focus now. I needed to be efficient, fast. I frantically started searching for clothes, tossing open drawers and yanking things out. What do you even wear for a flight? Something comfortable, but not sloppy... I don't have time to care!

I grabbed the first pair of jeans I found, yanked on a T-shirt, and quickly dried my hair just enough to stop it from dripping. As I pulled a brush through my tangled mess of hair, I sat at my dresser, and was staring at myself, hands running through my locks as I packed my things. Dad had already shifted everything, but not my personal things as i told him that I'll take these with me .