𖣔𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𖣔

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞:3 |"𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠"

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! 
♡︎♥︎𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬♡︎♥︎
𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.
𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞.

“Pehle Bhi Main Tumse Mila Hoon, Pehli Dafa Hi Milke Laga
Tune Chhua Zakhmon Ko Mere, Marham Marham Dil Pe Laga”

Song translation

[It didn’t feel like the first time when I met you for the first time
It seemed as if you touched my heart’s wounds and soothed them]

𝐀𝐩𝐩. 3.1𝐤 words
𝐍𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I was sitting in my room, my black-brown hair gathered in a bun, wearing a white top paired with white shorts. My laptop was open on my lap as I meticulously looked over the job application I had recently sent to the world's leading hospital. My passion was to secure a place there and extend top-tier medical care to those in need. I had applied on the very first day the application period opened, and a gut feeling told me that this time, my application would make the cut. Despite previous rejections due to my current studies in my own country, I held onto the hope that this time, I would be accepted.

The sound of a voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Nini beta, come here, your ramyeon noodles are ready. Come and eat," my aunt called out from the other room.

"Okay, Aunt, I'm coming. Just give me a minute," I responded hastily.

I realize now you may be wondering why I am living with my aunt. Well, I live with my mom, my aunt, and her daughter, who is also my best friend for almost ten years. My aunt's daughter knows me inside and out.

My mother, Mira, my Aunt Ahana Malhotra, and her daughter, my dearest friend Myra Malhotra, all reside under the same roof since my father left my mother and me. It's been eight years since Aunt Ahana's husband passed away in an accident, and they have been living alone ever since. Even though Aunt Ahana is a well-known professional dance trainer and leads a content life, there are times when their facade of happiness cracks, she still feels the loss of her husband, and Myra yearns for her beloved father.

"Does it taste good, Nini?" my aunt asked, bringing me back to the present.

A broad grin lit up my face as I responded, "Yes, Aunt, it's delicious."

She ruffled my hair affectionately and retreated to the kitchen to finish preparing the rest of the meal alongside my mother.

My mother, Mira Acharya, is a legendary chef known across the country for her culinary skills. However, after my father left, she fell ill and entered a deep period of depression, and stopped working as a chef for nearly two years. Fortunately, she has now resumed her career, filling me with tremendous joy.