Healers Of The Hills

Chapter 1 🩺

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ..
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Zaara's room was a shrine to her cricketing hero, a testament to her unyielding fandom. One entire wall was adorned with a vivid collage of Virat Kohli's photos-each image meticulously arranged to showcase his dynamic presence on the field. The collection captured everything from his powerful batting stances to his celebratory fist pumps, creating a visual tapestry of his illustrious career.

The bed was a celebration of her allegiance to the Royal Challengers Bangalore. The blankets, cushion covers, and pillows were all emblazoned with the RCB logo, their vibrant red and black hues making a bold statement. Even her water bottle and phone cover sported the team's emblem, cementing her status as a dedicated supporter.

The pièce de résistance, however, was the bedside wall. It was entirely painted with a massive, striking portrait of Virat Kohli. His face was rendered in meticulous detail, with his piercing gaze seemingly following anyone who entered the room. The artwork was so lifelike that it felt as if he might step out of the wall and into the room at any moment.

For Zaara, this room was more than just a space; it was a personal arena where her admiration for cricket and her favorite player took center stage, making every moment spent there a celebration of her passion.

Zaara sat in her room, eyes glued to the screen as Virat Kohli's innings at the MCG unfolded for what felt like the fiftieth time. Each shot, every boundary, and his infectious smile made her cheer with the same intensity as if it were the very first time she'd seen it. Her phone buzzed insistently with notifications and calls, but she barely glanced at it, too engrossed in the cricket match. With a determined swipe, she turned off her phone, immersing herself fully in her cricket-induced bliss.

As the match reached its climax, her room suddenly burst into noise. The door flew open, and in stormed Myra, Sia, and Aarav, their faces lit up with the kind of excitement usually reserved for winning the lottery.

"Zaara! Tumhe toh pata hi nahi hai kya!" Myra screamed, dancing around the room like she'd just won a dance-off.

Sia joined in, waving her arms in exaggerated jubilation. "Hamare liye badi news hai!"

Aarav, ever the dramatic one, pumped his fists in the air. "Pangot Hills ka training program! Hum select ho gaye!"

Zaara, initially startled, quickly snapped out of her cricket trance. She turned to her friends, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Arey yaar, kya bol rahe ho tum log?"

Their enthusiasm was infectious. Myra, Sia, and Aarav started dancing around the room, their moves a chaotic but joyous mess. The room erupted into cheers and screams, like they had just won a national championship.

But their celebration was cut short when Zaara's mother stormed into the room, her voice rising above the commotion. "Yeh kya ghar ko machhi market bana rakha hai?" she bellowed, taking in the scene of her daughter's friends jumping around like a bunch of over-caffeinated kangaroos.

Aarav, undeterred by the interruption, flashed a bright grin. "Arey aunty, yeh news hai, aap sunegi toh khushi ke maare behosh ho jaegi!"

Zaara's mother, momentarily distracted from her irritation, raised an eyebrow. "Zara ko kisi ne propose kiya kya?"

Zaara rolled her eyes dramatically, the very thought making her groan internally. "Maa, aap bhi na... Propose toh nahi, but we've got something even better."

Myra, catching on, took charge and started recounting the details. "Aunty, humlog Pangot Hills ke training program ke liye select ho gaye hain! Hamari zindagi ka sabse bada adventure!"