Har insaan ki kahani alag hoti hai, jab tak aap uske jooton mein chal ke na dekhein, uski zindagi ka ehsaas nahi ho sakta.
A black car came to a smooth halt in front of a beautiful house. The house was grand, with tall windows and a well-maintained garden that framed the entrance. The sun was shining, casting a golden on everything it touched.
The car door opened, and a young woman dressed in a sharp, tailored suit stepped out. She looked poised, every movement calculated with grace. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and glanced at the screen. Her brow furrowed slightly as she dialed a number and brought the phone to her ear. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. With a sigh, she lowered the phone and muttered under her breath, frustration clear on her face. Shaking her head, she slipped the phone back into her pocket and made her way toward the front door.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the cool, welcoming interior of the house. The inside was just as elegant as the outside, with polished floors and a tasteful arrangement of furniture. As she walked in, the faint sound of a page turning caught her attention. She glanced to the side and saw an older man seated comfortably in a large armchair, a newspaper spread out in front of him. His eyes peered over the top of the paper when he noticed her presence.
"Uncle, Avni kaha hai?" She asked, walking toward him.
(Uncle, where is avni)
The man lowered his newspaper completely and smiled warmly at her. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes as he said, "Woh samajhti hai ki woh rani hai. Ab tak nahi jagi hai."
(She thinks she's a queen. Still hasn't woken up)
The girl couldn't help but laugh softly at his words. "Still sleeping, huh?" she said, shaking her head. "Some things never change."
He nodded, chuckling. "She was up all night watching something on her phone. Of course, she won't be up at a decent hour."
With a smile still on her face, the girl turned and headed toward the staircase, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. She climbed the stairs and made her way down the hallway, stopping in front of a familiar door. Without bothering to knock, she turned the handle and quietly pushed the door open.
There, sprawled across the bed, was Avni, still fast asleep. Avni had cocooned herself in blankets, her hair a wild mess around her pillow, completely oblivious to the world around her.
The girl crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe as she looked at her friend. "Avni," she called softly, then louder, "Avni, uto".
(Avni, wake up)
But Avni didn’t stir. She was far too comfortable in her sleep to respond to the faint voice calling her name. The girl smiled to herself and shook her head again. She walked over to the bed and tapped Avni’s shoulder gently.
"Avni, chalo. Uthne ka time ho gaya hai. Kab tak soone ka iraada hai?"
(Avni, come on. It's time to get up. How long do you plan to sleep?)
Avni groaned softly but still didn’t open her eyes. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.
She stood up straight, looked down at Avni, and shook her head one more time before making her way toward the window. With a swift movement, she pulled back the curtains, letting the bright sunlight flood the room.
