Untold Story

Chapter 02

The sun rose and its rays were spreading over the sky slowly. The view was looking beautiful. There were several colors in the sky. A human brain stops to see the art of God, and of course, God is the best creator undoubtedly.

An alarm rang, and it echoed in the house. The alarm was ringing, and a person took away the duvet for its face, and her hair and body confirmed that it was a girl. She switched off the alarm and sat on the bed. She was wearing a kurta. She moved and wore her slippers, and then she moved to the balcony. She drew off the curtains, and she opened the door. She inhaled the fresh air by closing her eyes. She went to the balcony and saw the beautiful view of early morning. Her hair was long till her waist. She was used to waking up early in the morning. Her lips curved into a pretty smile. Her smile was so captivating. Her blue eyes were twinkling and were full of innocence. There was a magic in her eyes.

Girl: Good morning, Nature.

She smiled and went from there.

The girl came to the kitchen and started to prepare the breakfast. She took the onion and other vegetables, and then she started to cut them so it could help her mother and sister-in-law to prepare the breakfast. She kneaded the dough, and then she went from there. 

The sun rose, and the sheet of light covered the darkness of the night. A beautiful mansion was shining in the sunlight. The living area of the mansion was quite large. The girl was opening the windows of the home, and she opened a window. The fresh air touched her pretty face. Her eyes were closed, and she inhaled the fresh air of morning. She opened her eyes and smiled. Her smile was reaching her eyes. She was looking fresh and pretty.

Lady: Muskan.

Yes, she was Muskan.

Muskan turned her face, and she smiled.

Muskan: coming, Mama.

Muskan went from there with her precious smile.

A lady was coming downstairs, she was ready in an elegant red saree and red bangles that she always wears. She set her hair with her hands, and she came downstairs. She was Kalyani Chauhan. She went to the kitchen. She came to the kitchen while making a bun of her hair, and her eyes fell on the things. One of those things was covered with a lid, and the other was covered with a cloth piece. She made a face and came to the counter. She took off the cloth piece and saw a dough of the flour, and she took off the lid and saw the vegetables. She sighed and shook her head.

Kalyani: How many times I have asked Muskan not to do this work, but she never listens to me?

She sighed, and then she wrapped her saree to her waist and started the preparation of the breakfast. She was busy with her work, and someone hugged her from behind. It was Muskan.

Muskan: Good Morning, Mama.

Kalyani smiled, and Muskan kissed her cheek. Kalyani wished Muskan and kissed her cheek. They smiled.

Kalyani: why did you cut these vegetables and knead this dough? I have asked you multiple times not to do this.

Muskan: Of ho, Mama, what is in it if I did it? You know I have a habit of getting up early as I am a morning lark. First, I was used to studying in the early morning now when my college is over, I come here to help you. What is wrong with it?

Kalyani: Nothing is wrong with it, but I don’t like it.

Muskan: why? You and my dear sister-in-law also do household chores, so what’s the problem if I do it?

Kalyani was busy with her work, and Muskan was standing hugging her.

Kalyani: There is no problem, but I want my daughter to have a proper rest.