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Nrithi's POV
Let's just say stealing a 5-minute nap after the alarm went off for the nth time is an amazing thing to do.
And I love doing amazing things.
So yes... I did it.
Big mistake.
Because that forbidden morning sleep? It hits differently. Like, dangerously good.
Exactly fifteen seconds later-
"NRITHIIII!"
Ah. There it was.
Amma's shubhprabhata.
Not the peaceful, divine version you hear on YouTube or the radio.
No, no.
This was her exclusive remix-crafted carefully with premium Kannada cuss words, high emotion, and zero mercy.
Performed live. Every morning. Only for me.
I really don't understand why mothers have this weird talent for lying about time.
"It's already 7:15!"
Ma'am... it's 6:15.
Sigh.
"You'll be dead if you don't wake up now, Nrithi!"
I groaned, dragged myself out of bed, and accepted my fate.
And just like that-
The daily morning madness at the Ediga residence began.
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Nrithi's home was simple, elegant, and deeply traditional.
But more than anything-it was warm.
The walls didn't just stand there. They held stories. Laughter, prayers, chaos, love... everything echoed within them.
She loved everything about her home.
Of course she did.
It was her dream.
A home built with love by her mom, her dad, and her.
Every brick carried intention. Every corner had meaning.
As a child, she had always dreamed of a house where she could run freely, laugh loudly, and live without holding back.
And as she grew up, that dream never changed.
It only became stronger.
So when it finally came true?
She cried.
Like a complete mess.
A very happy, emotional mess.
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Their home was a one-storey villa inside a gated community-chosen for comfort, safety, and ease.
Right at the entrance was a beautiful lawn.
Soft green grass.
A small walking pavement.
And a medium-height tree that gave just the right amount of shade during harsh sunny days.
It was peaceful.
Alive.
Perfect.
Nrithi had made sure the house was well-lit using solar-powered lights-eco-friendly and budget-friendly, just the way she wanted.
She spent most of her time outdoors-on the lawn, in the backyard, or on the balcony-so she designed every space carefully.
No disturbances.
No unnecessary hassles.
Even mosquito-repellent plants surrounded the house, making sure the family didn't have to constantly worry about insects.
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The ground floor welcomed you with a
spacious hall-perfect for relaxing or hosting guests.
There was a traditional puja room, a kitchen with an attached dining area, and two bedrooms.
One for her parents.
One for guests.
Her parents' room even had direct access to the backyard.
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And the backyard?
That was their place.
Evenings were almost always spent there.
A neat patio.
Comfortable lawn chairs.
Freshly maintained grass.
It was almost as big as a badminton court-and yes, they actually played there sometimes.
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The first floor had three rooms.
Nrithi's bedroom.
A guest room.
And her favorite-the studio.
That space was everything.
Work.
Dance.
Painting.
Movies.
Books.
Or just... doing nothing.
The studio had glass walls that gave a stunning view of both the front yard and backyard.
She had designed it exactly that way.
Because if you're going to dream-
You might as well dream right.
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The terrace?
A cozy little escape.
Quiet.
Chill.
Perfect for unwinding after long days.
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Nrithi's POV
Appa was getting ready for his pooja.
Amma was in the kitchen making breakfast.
And me?
I was getting ready for work.
And somehow-
There was still chaos.
"Wake up early!"
"You'll be late!"
"Why are you so careless?"
It was 7:45 a.m.
My office starts at 9:30 a.m.
But sure.
Let's panic.
I just shook my head.
Parents.
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Hmm...
What should I wear today?
A kurti set sounds nice.
Yeah. Perfect.
I quickly got ready-and okay, not to brag-but I always look good in kurtis.
Now.
Food.
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"Ammaaa, I need breakfast now. Bega kodu (give fast). It smells amazing, gotha (you know)? I'm starving!"
"Nrithi, can't you serve yourself? Aren't you 25 already? You still behave like a school-going kid."
"Shubra," Appa jumped in, "you've spoiled her for 25 years. Do you really think she'll change now?"
He turned to me.
Nrithi, bega ba putti, breakfast madko. Ivathu naan office-ge drop madthini."
(Come fast, dear. Eat your breakfast. I'll drop you to the office today.)
"Appa, Amma... relax, okay? I'm chilling here and you're the ones stressed."
I grinned.
"Fine, I'll come with you. But only if you let me drive the jeep 😬"
"Fine."
That "fine" was painfully forced.
Man didn't even try to hide it.
He clearly didn't want to argue this early in the morning.
Poor guy.
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We finished breakfast, grabbed our things, and stepped out.
And just like that-
The father-daughter duo headed out for their day, having absolutely no clue the storm that's waiting for her.
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