Hua Hai Aaj Pehli Baar

Chapter 1

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This is the first chapter of Huaa Hai Aaj Pehli Baar Book. I'm trying to write hope you guys will love it.

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The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains of the Khurana household, casting a warm glow over the room where Vanya lay sprawled under a tangle of blankets. Her mother, Sweta, was on a mission, her face determined yet oddly cheerful as she tiptoed into the room armed with her unconventional arsenal: a giant wooden spoon and a bowl of cheerfully clanging metal pots.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" Sweta chirped, her voice echoing with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for late-night infomercial hosts. She held the spoon aloft like a scepter, ready to conquer the realm of slumber.

Vanya stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to the sight of her mother's energetic visage and the intimidating kitchenware. "Mom, not now," she mumbled, pulling the covers over her head like a fort.

Sweta, undeterred, began her symphony of noise, tapping the pots with the spoon in a rhythm that could only be described as a caffeinated woodpecker on speed. "If you're not up in five minutes, I'm calling the principal to tell him you're late because your bed won't let you go!" she declared, her voice echoing with mock severity.

Vanya groaned, her head poking out from under the covers like a reluctant turtle. "Mom, do you have to be so dramatic?"

"Absolutely," Sweta replied with a grin, continuing her percussive performance. "It's all part of the morning routine. Besides, the bed needs to understand who's boss."

With a final clang, Sweta set down her instruments of wakefulness and approached her daughter's bedside. "Come on, Vanya. The world awaits your brilliance-and so does your breakfast."

Vanya rolled her eyes but could not suppress a smile. She sat up, brushing her tangled hair out of her face. "Alright, alright. You win. I'm up."

"Excellent!" Sweta said, clapping her hands together. "Now, let's conquer the day. But first, let's conquer the cereal."

As Vanya shuffled to the bathroom, still half-dazed but smiling, Sweta resumed her energetic bustling in the kitchen, a proud general in the war against the morning lethargy of her daughter.

Vanya stumbled out of her room, one sock on and the other somewhere in the mysterious void of her bedroom floor. Her hair was a wild, defiant mess, as though it had been in a heated argument with a hairbrush and lost.

She reached for her uniform with a determined squint. The shirt slipped through her fingers and tumbled onto the floor, so she picked it up with a flourish, only to realize she'd been trying to put it on backward. With a sheepish grin, she twisted and turned, her arms flailing in a comical dance as she tried to correct the mistake, ending up looking like a contorted marionette.

Next, she wrestled with her skirt, which seemed to have taken a disliking to her, rolling itself into a stubborn ball. As she tried to smooth it out, she stepped on the hem and nearly toppled over, grabbing at the air for balance like a cartoon character on a banana peel.

In her attempt to fix her hair, she reached for the comb on her dresser. Unfortunately, it had mysteriously migrated to the top of a stack of textbooks. She balanced precariously on one foot, stretching like a circus performer to retrieve it. Just as she grabbed it, her foot slipped and she tumbled into a small pile of crumpled homework.

Flushed but undeterred, Vanya straightened herself up, managing to get her hair in a less chaotic state and her uniform mostly presentable. She paused to check her reflection in the mirror, only to notice a stray sock clinging to her shoe and a smudge of toothpaste on her cheek.