The sun rose gently over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling city. In a modest apartment, the smell of freshly cooked breakfast filled the air. Suchi, a dedicated kindergarten teacher, was bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her two children. Her son, VK, a tall and lean 18-year-old with a kind face, was getting ready for college. His younger sister, Sarah, a lively 14-year-old high school student, was still struggling to wake up.
“VK, Sarah, hurry up! Breakfast is ready!” Suchi called out, her voice echoing through the small apartment.
VK hurriedly buttoned his shirt and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His father had passed away ten years ago, and since then, VK had taken on a protective role in the family. He always tried to help his mother and support his sister.
“Coming, Mom!” VK replied as he grabbed his backpack and headed to the kitchen.
Sarah stumbled out of her room, still half-asleep. “I’m here, I’m here,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
They sat down at the table, and Suchi served them steaming plates of idli and sambar. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the sounds of clinking cutlery and cheerful chatter.
“Don’t forget, I’ll be late tonight. We have a school meeting,” Suchi reminded them as she poured tea.
VK nodded, taking a bite of his idli. “Got it, Mom. I’ll pick Sarah up from school.”
After breakfast, VK and Sarah headed out. VK dropped Sarah off at her high school before making his way to college. The day passed quickly, with VK attending lectures, catching up with friends, and working on assignments. At Sarah’s school, she was busy with classes, chatting with friends, and participating in extracurricular activities.
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As night fell, the family reconvened at home. Suchi, exhausted from her day, still managed to cook a delicious dinner. They sat together, sharing stories from their day and laughing heartily. The love and bond they shared were evident in their interactions.
A few days later, it was VK’s 19th birthday. The day started with a visit to the temple, where VK sought blessings from the gods. His mother and sister accompanied him, offering prayers and expressing their hopes for his bright future.
“May you always stay kind and pure-hearted,” Suchi blessed her son, placing a dot of vermilion on his forehead.
The house was soon filled with friends, laughter, and decorations. VK’s friends arrived, bringing gifts and well-wishes. The celebration was lively, with music, dancing, and delicious food. VK’s kind nature shone through as he ensured everyone was having a good time, helping his mother with the arrangements and making sure his sister felt included in the festivities.
As the party wound down, they began cleaning up. VK, in a playful mood, grabbed a water bottle and started splashing water at his mother and sister.
“Hey! Watch it!” Sarah shrieked, laughing and trying to dodge the spray.
Suchi joined in the fun, trying to wrestle the bottle away from VK. The room was filled with their joyous laughter, a testament to their close-knit family bond.
Suddenly, VK felt a sharp pain in his chest. He clutched his heart, his face contorting in pain. The laughter died down as concern filled the room.
“VK, what’s wrong?” Suchi’s voice trembled with worry.
VK tried to smile reassuringly, but the pain was overwhelming. His vision blurred, and he felt a heaviness that he couldn’t shake.
“Mom, I—” he began, but the words were lost as the pain intensified. As his vision blurs he saw a image of system.
The joyous evening took a sudden and alarming turn, leaving Suchi and Sarah in a state of panic and fear.
**End of Chapter 1**