Maybe in next life

chapter 1

Ruhi🦋

I slowly opened my eyes, greeted by the soft, filtering light of the early morning sun through my bedroom window. As I stretched and yawned, taking a moment to awaken fully, my thoughts began to race with a mix of anticipation and nervousness for the day ahead.

It was my first day of college, and I hoped I was prepared for whatever the day would bring.

Even though the last six months had been a literal hell for me, I had already lost all hope in life, it seemed that fate or some higher power might still have something in store for me.

After getting out of bed, I made sure to tidy up my room. Then, I took a quick, refreshing shower, and before I realized it, half an hour had gone by. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my mother's voice calling me, and I quickly dried myself off and stepped out of the shower.

I quickly got ready, wearing a stylish combination of a white top paired with blue straight pants. I added a touch of light makeup to complete the look, just enough to enhance my features without going overboard.

After seeing myself for the last time in the mirror I went down for breakfast

As I was about to step out of my room, I heard my mother calling me from the kitchen. I could smell the aroma of her cooking wafting through the corridor, and it made my stomach grumble.

I quickly went to the kitchen and found my mother busying herself, preparing breakfast for the morning.

'Good morning, Mumma ,' I greeted her cheerfully as I entered the kitchen.
She gave me a stern look, obviously not pleased with the fact that I was running late yet again.

'You're late again,' she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. 'You should really start waking up early like everyone else.'

I rolled my eyes slightly at my mother's scolding, knowing that I had heard it countless times before. "Yeah mumma i will learn".

I grabbed my bowl of breakfast and made my way to the dining table, ready to eat.

I sat down and started shovelling food into my mouth, trying to eat as quickly as I could.

I didn't want to be late for college, especially on my very first day.

Dad strode into the room with a smile on his face, greeting me warmly.

'Good morning, sweetie.'

I looked up from my breakfast and responded to his greeting with a cheerful, 'Good morning, Dad.'

I let out a sigh as my father checked his watch and remarked, 'We're running late. Ruhi.'

I spoke up, a hint of surprise in my voice, 'Wait, we're late? I'm the one who's running late, Dad.'

Dad chuckled and clarified, 'No, I mean I'm going to drop you at college, so we are both running late. We better hurry.'

Ah! Here we go again despite being 21 years old, it wasn't uncommon for my family to drop me off at college. You might wonder why, right? Well, my family is extremely protective, or rather, overly protective.

They have this strange belief that if anything goes wrong in this world, it somehow has to happen to me. It's as if they think I'm a walking magnet for trouble.

Honestly, I wondered if my family had even heard of the word 'freedom.' Because let me tell you, it's not a concept that's familiar to them when it comes to me. I mean, seriously, they never let me have a moment of freedom. No chance for independence, ever.