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C H A P T E R - 1

MAYRA

Mornings are beautiful, and full of serenity. I love to explore every bits and seconds of my life even though there's nothing quite exciting every day to day.

Sun shines on the floor when I shimmy out of my comfy blankets and towards the mirror. I in my most rare moments of my life look pretty decent and happier, probably.

These past three months have been tormenting, the memories of my childhood crazes me. And if you're thinking that I'm some big mental case I shall correct you that I am completely healthy but just homesick.

Homesick for a person, even though I live at my home with my extra lovable parents and sweet sweet grandparents. I only miss my time with my sister, I was always a sister's girl.

She turned 24 last year and our parents decided to have her wedding before she hits 25 which is actually great considering she always wanted to marry and have a prince charming husband. It was her fairy tale and I'm glad she got it.

I think I've never thought of living without her my entire life and the sudden separation hit me damn hard. I guess mumma's right, I just miss her too much.

Two weeks ago I planned a small trip with my friends to get myself out of this house and refresh myself. 

It literally meant tripping considering how we were kicked out of a local cafe then lost our cash and ended up in a cheap hotel where I called dad and got a long string of lecture then thankfully some extra money.

And now I am back and I've realized that it's okay to miss people and constantly wish their presence but it's not okay to stop going forward or push your chores onto others only because you need enough time to grieve.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT! my sister's back! not literally just figuratively.

It's because of a festival where a newly bride has to celebrate at her maternal house and for that she with her -in-laws will be joining us this HOLI! some type of old culture but I thank the gods for that.

After the shower I decided to scroll my Instagram when a text pops up right after.

Hey May! Ssup?

If you'r wondering my friends are as enthusiastic about morning as me then you're probably already wrong. I am one hundred and ten percent sure she pulled an all-nighter.

Me: I am well and going. Wbu?
Diya: Ykk these ppt's. Sharmila would go berserk a day without my analysis report. Anyway Excited?
Me: Haven't you turned in yet? ... well yhh I am!
Diya: good for ya. I've got two days up. My brother is generous ..won't deny to lend a hand or two;)
Me: Go have some sleep. And come by as soon as you're free.
Diya: Byii gurl.. *kissing emojis*

I leave the phone by the stand making a bee line towards the door however I have no plans for now but I am sure mother would go furious if one thing goes out of the place.. especially when her -in laws will be at our doorstep within two/three hours.

I find grandma on the couch explaining something to the maid "Dadi! morning" she lifts her gaze with a smile already plastered on her face.

"Morning Mayra. Tum decoration ka kaam sambhalo jaakar warna Adrika ne aise khaali dekho to subah subah daat pad jayegi" (Morning Mayra, I'd suggest you handle the decoration duty before Adrika finds you idly roaming around) she completes with a wink and I got the whiff of the situation. 

"Mumma firse hyper hai?" (Mumma's hyper again?) just got the hmm before she resumed explaining the maid with her kitchen duty.

I looked around only to find servants whooshing from one corridor to another, no hint of dada or papa or even mumma. "Ma'am.. bahar phool wala pooch raha hai, ki male balcony se lagwane hai ya terrace se?" the butler huffed a breath.
(Ma'am, the florist is asking where to start from.. balcony or terrace?)

"Mom kaha hai?" (Where's mom?) I asked but he struggled for breath with all the cartons against his chest. "Okay you help inside. I'll see to him" I assure him and he leaves jumbling with small boxes on top of larger ones. I stroll towards the courtyard where two of the decorators were busy arguing.

"Excuse me?" they stilled on my voice and I raked my eyes all over them, the garlands now tangled around both of them. "Ma'am where do we start from? Dev sir just told us to use yellow ones but did not specify where do we put them from" typical dad behavior.

"Okay, I'll show you but get yourself out of these" they did. it took almost ten minutes to actually get them out of the garlands and not break them.

I led the stairs after stairs on every balcony, casements and then terrace. From the garden, the view of our home seemed radiant.. as if it's celebrating the joy of holi that is tomorrow!

I was making my way inside when I heard mom and dad approach me. "Morning mumma papa" they paused their conversation before meeting my gaze "Good morning love. What you're doing out here" I pocketed my phone and slung my arms with my dad "Just watching over the decoration duty" I sheepishly grinned.

"Ahann" we both laugh when mumma grabs me by the arm and pulls me at her side "What are you wearing Mayra, this is not yet another ordinary day" I lowered my brows at her concerning look "I know it's a festive time but I didn't wanted them to get dirty. But I'll change now" she glares me again.

"It's not just festive...." She goes but I cut her in between.
"...you know Iti's -in laws will be joining us. Be decent. Be cultural, Be modest. ya ya ya" I complete the sentence for her earning a smack on my head.

"Mai keh rahi hu, aap samjhaiye isse kuch bacchi nahi rahi ye... mai toh pareshaan hogyi hu" (I'm telling you she's no more a child.. tell her to be more sensible). 

She as usual complains and dad's gaze falls into mine warning me to not test her mood any further before we both burst in a pit of laughter. 

"You both have same brain cells.. who am I even asking to" she clicks her tongue and ascends the stairs. "Don't be so stressful Adrika. Everything's going just your way" papa pats her back and somehow some tension seeps out of her.

Grandma and grandpa joins them in the hall and I hop on the stairs after stairs towards my room. 

On a second thought I haven't checked in with Iti yet, she must be already in Delhi and will be here within thirty some minutes. I grab my cell phone opening my social account to text her but something stops me midway.

Iti posted a picture, actually someone else posted and she re-shared.

It was her with her brother and sister-in laws, to be honest I like both of her sister-in-laws and most of her brother-in-laws. They are a great, humble and lovable. 

Most of all I love my brother-in-law, he's the sweetest of them all and too sweet to be a certain someone's brother. That long eye-lashed boy. I don't want to think about him not now not ever.

The horn blares from the main gate jolting me out of my trance and the present daunts upon me.. they're here. Iti's here. So is he. But a weekend with my sister seems more pleasing to even care about a stone in my shoe.

//Hello readers! author Raya here. I know the first chapter kinda feels boring and to be honest I just wanted to jump right to the good parts. But as they say destination feels great only when you cherish the journey. Stay tuned for some cheesy romance, drama, fights and sexual tensions;)//