Destined Apart♡

Chapter-1

Writer's pov

The sun had just begun its ascent, casting a warm, golden hue across the quaint 90s-themed bedroom. Posters of boy bands adorned the walls, and a mix of polaroids and pastel-colored trinkets cluttered the dresser. Arna Shekhawat lay sprawled across her bed, her hair a tangled mess, and an alarm clock blaring from the nightstand.

Arna groaned, reaching out a hand to silence the alarm. She squinted at the time—8:30 AM. Her eyes widened in panic.

"Not again!" she exclaimed, scrambling out of bed. She darted around her room, pulling on mismatched socks and frantically searching for her clothes.

Downstairs, the clinking of dishes and the smell of toast wafted through the air. Arna's mother, Reena, stood by the kitchen counter, her expression stern as she sipped her morning tea.

"Late again, Arna?" Ritya's voice was sharp, cutting through the morning calm. "What a surprise."

Arna hurried into the kitchen, her shirt half-buttoned and hair still in disarray. "I'm sorry, Mom. My alarm didn't go off."

"Excuses, excuses," Reena sighed, setting her cup down with a clatter. "Why can't you be more like your sister? Nitya is always up on time, and she doesn't need to be reminded about her responsibilities."

Nitya, the younger sister, sat at the table, perfectly composed in her neatly pressed outfit. She glanced up from her cereal, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, Arna. Slept well?"

Arna bit her lip, swallowing the retort that bubbled up. She grabbed a piece of toast, stuffing it into her mouth as she dashed towards the door."I know she is getting ready to meet her lover huhhhh"

"Don't forget to bring sweet dishes from your bakery for me and nitya," Reena called out, her tone softer now. She handed a neatly packed lunchbox to Nitya, who accepted it with a sweet smile.

Arna glanced back, the sting of her mother's favoritism biting harder than usual. "Okay mom," she muttered, grabbing her bag racing out the door.

The walk to the bakery shop was a blur of emotions. Arna's mind replayed the morning's events, her mother's harsh words, and Nitya's mocking smile. She knew she was different, clumsier, not perfect. But as she watched the world awaken around her, she felt a spark of determination.

"Today will be different," she whispered to herself. "I'll prove them wrong."

Arna arrived at the bakery, her heart pounding as she fumbled with the keys. She could already see a small line forming outside, impatient customers tapping their feet and checking their watches. The familiar aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries greeted her as she pushed open the door. Her assistant, Priya, looked up from behind the counter, a worried expression on her face.

"Thank goodness you're here, Arna," Priya said, handing her an apron. "We're out of wheat flour. How will we serve the customers?"

Arna nodded, tying the apron around her waist. She took a deep breath, letting the comforting scents of the bakery calm her nerves. The rush of the morning melted away as she focused on the tasks at hand—kneading dough, decorating cakes, and serving customers with a smile. In the warmth of the bakery, surrounded by the fruits of her labor, Arna felt a sense of purpose and belonging. Here, she was more than just the clumsy girl her mother saw; she was the heart and soul of her own little world. " Don't worry Priya go to Raju uncle he will give us 2 stacks of wheat flour I will pay him later"

Priya nodded....
As the morning rush continued, Aarna and Priya worked tirelessly, improvising with the ingredients they had. Despite the initial setback, the bakery buzzed with the energy of satisfied customers, their cheerful chatter filling the air.