Aditi Sharma
Age: 17 (Class 12th)
Aditi is a dedicated and hardworking student, known for her exceptional academic performance. Unlike Kabir, who seems to excel effortlessly, Aditi's success comes from her relentless dedication and perseverance. Sh...
The morning light streamed into my room, casting a warm glow that made everything feel almost magical. I stood in front of the mirror, the deep green saree draping elegantly around me, its smooth fabric shimmering softly as I adjusted the pleats. The intricate beadwork along the edges caught the light, creating a halo of sparkles that seemed to dance as I moved. It was a gift from Kabir, a thoughtful gesture that brought a smile to my face.
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"This reminded me of you," the note that accompanied it had said. "I hope you like it."
I loved it—not just for its beauty but because it felt like a promise, a sign of the new chapter we were about to begin together. Today was significant; we were heading to Kabir's home to finalize our wedding date. Just thinking about it made my heart race with excitement and a tinge of nerves.
As I stood there, ready to step into my future, the weight of the moment settled over me. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the love and support that surrounded me. Kabir had spoiled me in every way possible, but today felt different—it was a milestone, a culmination of dreams and hopes that had finally come to fruition.
Just then, a soft knock at the door broke my reverie. Turning, I saw my mother standing there, a smile gracing her features as she entered the room. She looked at me with a mixture of pride and emotion, her eyes glistening slightly.
"You look stunning, Aditi," she said, stepping closer.
"Thanks, Ma," I replied, feeling a rush of warmth at her words.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, holding it out to me. "I have something for you," she said softly, her tone laced with nostalgia.
Curiosity piqued, I took the box and opened it. Inside lay a delicate pendant, intricately designed in platinum, its surface gleaming in the light. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories.
"This was given to your mother by your father when she was pregnant with you," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "He wanted to celebrate the new life that was about to begin, and he believed it symbolized his love for both of you."
I stared at the pendant, my heart swelling with emotion. It was beautiful, but more than that, it was a connection to my roots, a reminder of the love that had brought me into this world.
My mother continued, "I remember the day it was given; I was about Anaya's age, filled with dreams and hopes. Your mother had just finished her MBBS and was over the moon about becoming a mother. Your father wanted to make it special for her."
A soft smile crept onto my lips as I imagined my mother, so young and vibrant, celebrating life's milestones. "Thank you, Ma. It means so much to me," I said, my voice thick with emotion as she helped me fasten the pendant around my neck.
"You wear it well," she replied, her eyes shimmering with pride. "Your mother would be so proud of you today."
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I wish they were both here to see it all."
