It was a normal morning again. But in Rai Mehrotra's mansion, it was a morning full of hustle and bustle. Everyone being in their usual nature, carried out the morning events accordingly.
Neha Rai Mehrotra, being the most enthusiastic woman in the family, kept herself busy in instructing the servents to take extra care of Anika during her pehli rasoi. Radha, Arnav's chachi, being helpless, had to hold out a helping hand for the preparations for Anika's pehli rasoi.
Hema Rai Mehrotra, Arnav's grandma, kept herself busy in her professional works, her disappointment for her grandson's bride still lingering on her face. Achyut, her husband, sat in the main hall along with his two sons, reading newspaper, managing office works and going through the guest list for reception, respectively.
The children of the house had busied themselves in their own works.
"Hasn't your daughter-in-law woken up till now?", asked Hema to Neha, who placed the cup of tea infront of Hema.
"She slept late maa. So it's fine and it's just 5", she replied with a smile.
"Don't spoil her or else she's gonna break this family", Hema spoke bitterly, glaring at the first floor.
Neha didn't reply but nodded and left.
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The silence in the room enveloped Anika like a warm blanket as she slept peacefully, still clad in her lehenga. Her slow and steady breaths were in a rhythm with the cool air of the AC brushing gently past her face. The serene on her face held painted a stark contrast with the chaos she had been part of few hours ago.
Out of blue, her tranquil slumber was interrupted; her breaths hitched as she jolted awake, eyes wide in alarm . In her shock, she opened her mouth, desperately trying to catch her breath.
It took few moments to fully comprehend what had just happened, her heart racing as reality began to settle in.
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I was startled. The sudden wave of coldness washing over me, as if drenching me in it took my breaths away. I was unable to realise what suddenly happened to put me in shock.
As I tried to grip onto reality, I felt my face and the upper body wet. Water dripped down my face soaking my already wet blouse and the lehenga skirt.
Frowning, I touched my face to confirm if was actually wet or it was some lucid dream. Once the cold wetness was felt under my fingertips, I knew I was drenched and not in any dream.
