It was a typical Sunday morning, Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow over the cozy dining room. The aroma of freshly brewed chai mingled with the mouth-watering scent of parathas sizzling on the stove. Laughter and light-hearted banter filled the air as the family gathered around the table, enjoying the leisurely start to their day. The clinking of plates, the rustling of the newspaper, and the soft hum of conversation created a comforting symphony of everyday life, wrapping the room in a blanket of familial love and warmth.

Anokhi sat at the dining table, quietly observing her family as they laughed and chatted. Her mother, was busy serving everyone, while her father read the newspaper, occasionally chiming in with his dry humor. Her elder brother, Rohan, was recounting a funny incident from his college days, and his wife, Diya, was listening with an amused smile.