Aditi Sharma
Age: 17 (Class 12th)
Aditi is a dedicated and hardworking student, known for her exceptional academic performance. Unlike Kabir, who seems to excel effortlessly, Aditi's success comes from her relentless dedication and perseverance. Sh...
The next morning, Aditi woke up with the first rays of sunlight filtering through her window. For once, she didn't feel the usual dread of the school day ahead. Today was different—Founder's Day was finally here. She stretched lazily under her blanket, allowing herself a moment of peace before the whirlwind of preparations began.
After a few moments of relishing the quiet, Aditi swung her legs off the bed and padded over to her wardrobe. Today's outfit was special—a white kurti paired with jeans, simple yet elegant, just as Reena ma'am had instructed. She pulled out the crisp kurti, running her fingers over the soft fabric. The thought of wearing something so different from the usual uniform gave her a strange sense of excitement.
Determined to look her best, Aditi took her time getting ready. Standing in front of the mirror, she brushed her hair until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders, adding a hint of kajal to her eyes for a touch of definition.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she slipped into her jeans and kurti, smoothing out any wrinkles. Aditi took a step back, surveying herself in the mirror. The white kurti looked fresh and bright, a contrast to her usual attire. It was simple, yet there was something about it that made her feel confident and poised.
As she applied a light layer of lip balm, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She rarely spent this much time on her appearance, but today felt like an exception. After all the hard work, it was nice to take a moment for herself, to feel good about how she looked. She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, satisfied with the way everything had come together.
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Downstairs, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the house, drawing Aditi out of her room. She descended the stairs with a bounce in her step, her white kurti fluttering lightly as she moved. When she reached the dining table, her parents looked up, their faces lighting up with smiles.
"Aditi, you look beautiful," her mother said warmly, admiring her daughter's carefully chosen outfit. Her father nodded in agreement, a proud smile on his face.
"Ready for the big day?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with pride.
"Yes, Papa," Aditi replied, her heart swelling at their praise. She felt a sense of anticipation bubbling within her, eager to see how the day would unfold.
Just then, Anaya, her five-year-old sister, came running into the room, her tiny feet pattering against the floor. She looked up at Aditi with wide eyes, her little face lighting up in awe. "Didi, you look like a princess!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure admiration.
Aditi laughed, bending down to her sister's level. "Thank you, Anaya," she said, smiling fondly. Anaya reached up on her tiptoes and planted a wet kiss on Aditi's cheek, leaving a small, sticky mark behind.
