𝐏𝐞𝐡𝐥𝐚 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫: Fɪʀsᴛ Lᴏᴠᴇ, Fᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ Tʀᴜᴇ

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Here's the 2nd chapter of "Pehla pyaar."

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As soon as I stepped inside the house after the exhausting day at school, my one and only mom bombarded me with questions.
'How was your first day at school?'
'Did you made new friends?'
'Are you comfortable over there?'
'Is someone bullying you?'
'Did any teacher punish-'

"MUMMMYYYYYY!!!! Thamba!" I covered her mouth with my hand which she removed and glared. "My first day was better than I expected, ha main ne naye dost banaye, yes I comfortable over there, nahi! koi mujhe bully nhi kar raha agar kisine kiya toh aapko lagta hain main usse karne dungi." I proudly said the first line fixing my uniform collar.

"Good! Jaldi room mein ja, uniform change kar aur fresh hoke niche aa. Khana ban gaya hain." I gave her the salute pose when she ordered me all this to which she just smiled while shaking her head and going to kitchen.

I ran upstairs to my room and changed clothes then soon my eyes fell on my phone. Thodi Der dekh leti hu, fir niche chali jaungi. With this thought I opened my phone.

"ISHA! I KNOW YOU ARE USING YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW! PHONE RAKH KE NICHE AA VARNA TU AUR TERA PHONE DONO KE DONO GHAR KE BAHAR DIKHOGE." That thing was enough for me to throw my phone my bed and ran downstairs.

When I reached mom was still in the kitchen, so I sat on the sofa in the living room pretending that I am sitting there fir long time. "Mumma Kitna time lagao ge, mujhe bhuk lagi hain."

"Come here and help me." I stood up and walked towards kitchen. I helped mom carry the food to the dining table and I sat there.

As we sat down to eat, Dad walked in, his lunch break apparently over. "Ah, perfect timing! I'm starving."

"Khane mein kya banaya hain?" My dad asked taking his seat.

"Bhagwan ne Aankhein di hain, khud dekh lo." I covered my laugh with a cough at my mom's reply when dad glared at me.

The aroma of freshly cooked vegetables and spices filled the air. It was Masali bhindi, my favorite with roti, of course and basmati rice with Dal.

"How was the school?" Dad asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

I took a bite of my roti with bhindi, chewing slowly before responding. "It was good. Had a nice time with new friends at school."

Mom's curiosity kicked in. "And? What about your friends? How are they?"

I nodded, recalling the laughter and chatter. "They're great. Krish, Anaya, Kritika, Rhea, Yash and Jay...we had a nice time together and Karan bhaiya too"

Dad's eyebrows rose. "You met Karan?" I nodded. "I hope there will no complain from the school about you."

"Papaaaaaa! Main ne kuch nahi kiya tha. Voh ladki ne sab kiya tha aur usne naam mera diya and the fact that teacher believed her just because uski school mein reputation acchi hain." I pouted remember that stupid girl who blamed me when she was the one to put the fake spiders in my classmate's bag who was Arachnophobic.

The conversation flowed easily, with Mom and Dad sharing stories about their morning while I shared the stories of school.

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I don't understand one thing, when I am busy I find everything interesting in my phone but when I got no work to do, at that time nothing is interesting. I yawned while scrolling through my phone.