Not Ours, Yet Ours

First Day

It was a typical morning at the Sharma house. The sun streamed through the kitchen windows as Ujasha's mother, Subhaashi Sharma , hummed softly while preparing breakfast. 

Her father, Subharat Sharma, sat at the table, reading the newspaper with his glasses perched on his nose. 

Pariksha, Ujasha's younger sister, was tapping away on her phone, clearly more invested in her social media feed than the family conversation.

"Ujasha, utth jaa kumbhkaran ki beti! (Wake up, Kumbhkaran's daughter)", her mother called out, placing a steaming cup of tea on the table.

Upstairs, Ujasha scrambled to get ready. Her mind was still stuck on the email from Khurana & Co. She had been trying to shake off the strange tension she'd felt during her interview, but Suryansh's sharp remarks lingered in her mind like an unfinished sentence.

"Why is it always me rushing to these corporate places when my dream is the army?" she muttered to herself while pulling on her jacket.

 But the truth was, she needed the job, and deep down, she was intrigued by the world she was entering.

"Bas ek baar, CDS ka result aa jaye, phir resignation muh pe marungi apne boss ke! (Once, CDS's results are out, I gotta throw my resignation on my boss's face)", she chuckled to herself thinking so unaware of the what the future held.

Rushing down the stairs, Ujasha grabbed a piece of toast from the kitchen counter. "Morning, everyone! No time to talk!" she announced as she headed for the door.

"Hold on, hold on!" her father called out, looking up from his newspaper. "We didn't even get to wish you good luck on your first day."

Subhaashi smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "You'll do great, beta. Just be yourself."

Ujasha gave them both a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying out the door. "Don't worry, I'll try not to cause any disasters... this time!" she called over her shoulder, making Pariksha giggle.

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While Ujasha was busy prepping for her first day, things were equally lively in the Khurana household. Suryansh's younger brother, Gauransh, was lounging on the couch, flipping through the TV channels lazily, while their mother, Surashi Khurana, fussed over her older son's tie.

"Suryansh, you look so stiff, beta," Surashi said, correcting already correct tie. 

"Baccha, you need to relax sometimes. Not everything has to be a business deal."

Suryansh sighed, used to his mother's well-meaning comments. "Mom, it's just a normal workday. I'm perfectly fine."

Gauransh, meanwhile, standing up from the couch, smirking. "Yeah, Bhai, relax. Not like you're interviewing anyone who'll knock over a stack of papers today, right?"

Suryansh shot a sharp glance at his younger brother. "What's your point?"

Gauransh grinned wider. "Just saying, you might want to brace yourself. Maybe hire someone who isn't so... let's say, unpredictable?"

Suryansh ignored his brother's teasing, although the mention of Ujasha briefly crossed his mind. He was curious to see how she would fare in a real-world office environment. But curiosity didn't equal leniency. He still expected professionalism, and he wasn't going to let her chaotic self disrupt his perfectly organized life.