Shadow of redemption

Kapoor family's daily routine

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The Kapoor household came to life every morning with a rhythm all its own, one that was vibrant, filled with laughter, and occasional moments of chaos. Each family member had a role to play, and their lives were woven together with love, playfulness, and a bond that held them closer than ever before. Morning in the Kapoor household always began with Mr. Rajesh Kapoor and Mrs. Priya Kapoor in the kitchen. Over the years, they had developed a routine of cooking breakfast together. Rajesh, who had once been distant and detached, now found joy in helping his wife prepare the morning meal. It had become their way of spending time together, strengthening their rekindled love.

“I’ll make the parathas today,” Rajesh said, grinning as he expertly rolled out the dough.

Priya raised an eyebrow at him, smirking playfully. “You said that yesterday, and we ended up with uneven ones!”

“I’m improving,” Rajesh laughed, nudging her gently. “Besides, yours are always perfect. I need to keep up.”

As they bickered good-naturedly, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling parathas filled the air. Their banter flowed easily, a testament to how far they had come in their relationship. The clattering of dishes and the warmth of the kitchen set the tone for the day.

By the time the table was set,   Aryan  , who had always been an early riser, made his way downstairs, dressed smartly for his day at   Ethereal Spaces  , his interior design company.

“Smells amazing, Dad! Did you roll out the parathas again?” Aryan teased as he took a seat.

Rajesh shot him a playful glare. “Watch it, son. Today’s batch is a masterpiece.”

Riya, who followed close behind, chimed in, “I’ll be the judge of that,” winking at Aryan as she sat down beside him.

Just then,   Aaravi   bounded down the stairs, her stethoscope around her neck and her bag slung over her shoulder. She was clearly in a rush, muttering to herself about being late.

“Aaravi beta, breakfast is ready,” Priya called out, placing the last paratha on the plate.

“I can’t! I’m late for the hospital!” Aaravi said hurriedly, grabbing her files and heading for the door. “I’ll grab something on the way.”

Aryan narrowed his eyes, his big-brother mode activating immediately. “You’re not skipping breakfast again, Aaravi. Sit down.”

“I really don’t have time,” Aaravi protested, shooting him an apologetic look.

But before she could take another step,   Mrs. Kapoor   had blocked her way, her arms crossed in that stern, motherly fashion. “No breakfast, no leaving the house. You’ve been running around non-stop for days. At least take ten minutes to sit and eat properly.”

  Riya chimed in, her voice teasing yet caring, “You know you’re not going anywhere unless we see you eat.”

  Rajesh  , already halfway through his paratha, added, “You won’t get this kind of breakfast anywhere else, beta. Take a seat before your brother ties you to the chair.”

Aaravi rolled her eyes, knowing she was outnumbered. With a dramatic sigh, she dropped her bag and sat down, muttering, “You all gang up on me every single morning.”