Kabir pov
I woke up to my alarm blaring loudly, feeling exhausted. The fatigue still lingered, refusing to dissipate. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness.
Mom's voice cut through my slumber, firm but gentle. "Kabir, wake up! You've got a big day ahead!" Her tone was laced with a hint of amusement.
I tossed off the covers and sat up, scowling at the clock. 7:00 AM glared back at me, its bright red digits mocking me. "I'm exhausted," I complained, frustration creeping into my voice.
After a refreshing shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out, feeling invigorated. The cool water had washed away my drowsiness.
Next, I headed to my walk-in closet and grabbed my favorite white shirt - the one with the subtle texture and perfect fit. I paired it with jeans and dressed quickly. The familiar routine helped me shake off the remaining sleepiness.
Downstairs, I joined Dad at the dining table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, enticing me. Our housekeeper, Ramesh, had already set out the breakfast spread. "Morning, son," Dad said, smiling. His eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Morning, Dad," I replied, still sounding irritated.
Mom sat beside me, and Ramesh poured me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice - my daily morning ritual.
The tangy smell of oranges filled the air. Dad glanced at Mom. "Radha, did you review the Patel files?" His voice was laced with a hint of urgency.
"All set," Mom replied. "I've made the necessary notes." Her confidence was reassuring. Dad nodded. "Excellent. I'll review them before the meeting." His eyes scanned the newspaper, his mind already focused on the day's tasks.
I sipped my juice, feeling my energy return. With a refreshed mind, I grabbed my backpack, helmet, and keys.
"Be safe, Kabir," Mom reminded me, her voice laced with concern.
"I will," I replied, heading out the door.
The morning sunlight greeted me, casting a warm glow over everything. The cool morning air rushed past as I sped through the streets on my Kawasaki ZX10R. The wind whipped through my hair, invigorating me. I felt alive.
I arrived at college and parked my bike. As I shut off the engine, Vihhan walked up to me, shaking his head. "I already told you I'd win," I said with a grin, referring to the upcoming bike race. Confidence oozed from my pores.
Vihhan chuckled. "You got lucky last time. Next time, it's game on. I'll take you down." His determination was admirable. I raised an eyebrow. "Lucky? You can't deny my skills."
A hint of arrogance crept into my voice.
Vihhan's eyes sparkled. "Skills or not, I'll surpass you soon. Rematch soon?" The challenge was issued. I laughed. "Anytime. I'll keep my title."
As we walked toward the canteen, Vihhan said, "I had a crazy dream last night." "Oh yeah? What happened?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"I thought I aced that math exam without studying," Vihhan replied, chuckling. His laughter was infectious. I laughed. "That's some wishful thinking." We both knew how grueling the exam would be.
"Planning on crushing it at the gaming tournament this weekend?" Vihhan asked.
"Totally," I agreed. "My gaming skills are on point." I was determined to win.
"We should team up," Vihhan suggested. "Unstoppable duo." The prospect of partnering with my friend excited me.
As we entered the canteen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped me, transporting me back to yesterday's incident with Aashvi. I couldn't help but think about her again. What was she like outside of class? Did she have any hobbies or interests?
