My name's Lunch Box. No, not the tiffin with parathas inside - though Riya usually keeps one of those close too. I'm her diary. Her secret vault. Her stage, her therapist, her gossip buddy. And I've got a soul - not that anyone believes me.
Riya Sharma, my human, is what the world calls "chubby." She rolls her eyes at that word, but honestly? She owns it. She doesn't walk into a room quietly - she fills it, with her laughter, sass, and the endless stash of chips she carries around like treasure.
From dodging Professor Sharma's sleep-inducing lectures, to surviving Megha's fashion experiments, to clapping back at Varun (the cousin who thinks he's funny but isn't) - Riya's life is never boring. Kabir, the quiet artist, sketches her when he thinks no one's watching. Naina, the overachiever, secretly wishes she had Riya's confidence. And Aunt Sunita? She makes sure we're all fed with laddoos before any crisis.
But what people don't see is the real magic - how Riya transforms every doubt, every snide comment, every moment of insecurity into something powerful. She's not "just the chubby girl." She's the sun in her circle, the voice everyone listens to, the heart everyone comes back to.
And me? I'm here to tell you her story. Every laugh, every tear, every secret wish - I've got it all written down. Because Riya Sharma isn't just living her life. She's dominating it.
"Snacks in her bag, sunshine in her soul - being round never stopped her from ruling her world."
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