As the sun rose over Bhopal, casting golden rays through the Sharma household, the morning chaos began. Jeevika lay sprawled on the couch, her novel open but forgotten, while Maahira was already up, her hairbrush in one hand and a half-eaten brownie in the other.
“Jiji, come on! You promised to play basketball with me today!” Maahira chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
With a groan, Jeevika turned to face her younger sister. “Five more minutes, Mini, I need to finish this chapter.”
But Maahi, undeterred, plopped down on the sofa next to her. “No! You said after exams we’d practice together! And I want to show you my new moves!”
Jeevika finally sat up, the determined look in her sister’s eyes stirring her own competitive spirit. “Alright, alright! Just let me finish this chapter, and then we can go. But you have to promise not to break anything this time!”
In the kitchen, Mrs. Sharma was preparing breakfast, the aroma of freshly made parathas wafting through the air. Captain Dr. Mihika Sharma glanced at the clock, noting that breakfast would soon be ready. “Jay, we need to discuss the upcoming family day at the base,” she called out, knowing her husband often got lost in his own world.
Captain Jayash Sharma emerged from the hallway, a slight frown creasing his brow. “I’ll be busy with training that day, Mihika. I can’t skip it.”
Mrs. Sharma sighed, her heart heavy. “But it’s important for the girls. They always look forward to it. Can’t you reschedule just this once?”
But Jayash was firm. “I can’t, and you know how serious training is. I’ll make it up to them later.”
Before she could respond, Maahi rushed into the kitchen, her eyes wide with excitement. “Papa! Can we go to the family day? Jiji and I will be the best basketball players there!”
Jayash’s stern facade softened as he looked at his little girl. “I’ll think about it, Maahi. But remember, discipline is key. You have to keep your grades up if you want to play.”
“Okay! I will!” she chirped, her enthusiasm infectious.
As breakfast concluded, a knock at the door interrupted their family moment. Mrs. Sharma exchanged glances with her husband, puzzled. “Who could that be?”
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