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The morning sun had just risen when a young girl sat quietly in front of Lord Shiva's idol in the temple .Her lips moved softly, whispering words only her heart could hear.
Her hands trembled slightly-today was the day her entrance exam results would be declared.
It was the beginning of a new chapter, a new school, and perhaps the very first step toward her dream. No wonder her heart was restless.
That girl was none other than our Sitara.
Just then, the temple priest walked over. With concern in his eyes, he asked gently,
"kya hua bitiya, bahot pareshan lag rhi ho? Ghr me sab thik to h na?
Sitara lowered her eyes nervously. "Pandit ji, today is the most important day of my life. Today I will take one more step toward my dream.
But if I fail this exam... how will I ever become a lawyer and fulfill my father's dream?" Her voice was soft, almost breaking.
The priest chuckled kindly, placed the prasad in her hands, and said,"my child life doesn't depends upon one exam".What matters most is that you never give up on your dream.
And we believe in our Sitara-like a star, she will surely shine." He blessed her, gently caressing her head.
A small smile lit up Sitara's face. She touched his feet for blessings and rushed out of the temple, her heart racing as she made her way to school.
By the time she arrived, the gatesere already crowded.
Children of her age filled the courtyard, their anxious faces mirroring her own.
For a moment, it felt less like a school and more like a bustling marketplace, where everyone waited impatiently-not for vegetables, but for the results that could shape their futures.
Sitara took a deep breath, steadying herself. The moment of truth was near.
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Sitara pov :
After taking the blessings of the priest, I went to school-though I couldn't deny, I was nervous as hell.
I had no idea what my result would be, but I had complete faith in my shiv jii. Whatever He does, will surely be for the best.
When I entered the school, I looked at the children's faces and realized I wasn't the only one nervous.
At first, I thought I was more anxious than anyone else, but now I could see-everyone was feeling the same.
Sitara was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice-while all the other children who wanted to see the result were still waiting outside or not, she was the only one standing alone in the corridor where the list had been put up.
"Whatever happens, i must see my results," she told herself, and walked toward the notice board where the names of the students who had passed were displayed.
She closed her eyes she didn't have the courage to look directly at it.
"he shiv jii, You already know how important this school is to me. This is the only government school in the whole district that has good facilities and a capable teaching staff. Please stay with me, shiv jii."
After whispering this prayer, she nervously opened her eyes-
and what she saw left her stunned. Her name was right there on the list.
For a moment she couldn't believe it, but then happiness exploded within her.
She began jumping with joy in the corridor. " Shiva jii! Now I know I am Your favorite bhakt Finally, I've got the chance, the medium to fulfill my dreams-and that medium will be my new school!"
While Sitara was still lost in her thoughts, the school watchman appeared and said,
"beta, what are you doing here? The announcement is about to begin in the school assembly. Hurry and go there."
Hearing this, she quickly rushed toward the assembly ground.
When she arrived, she saw more than 400 students of her age sitting in neat lines.
Without wasting a moment, she joined the girls' line and settled in the second row.
Soon, the principal walked onto the stage and addressed them.
"Good morning, students. Welcome to your new school.
The fact that you are all present here today means that you are worthy of studying in this institution.
I would like to inform you that classes will officially begin from 15th May. Until then, all students must complete their admission formalities and purchase their books.
Best wishes for your new journey. I assure you that by being a part of this school, you have taken a step toward a brighter future.
For now, you may all go home. From 15th May onward, you will begin your classes. For any further details, please contact your respective class in-charges."
After finishing his speech, the principal stepped down from the stage and walked toward his office. The hall filled with the sound of clapping, as the students applauded his words.
One by one, everyone stood up and began moving toward the school's exit gate. Sitara too joined them, her heart still light with joy. She stepped out, caught an auto-rickshaw, and headed back home.
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On the other side, on a hostel room, a boy was fast asleep, completely unaware of his surroundings.
Just then, another boy entered, smacked him on the head, and shouted,
kuttee! Why didn't you come to school with me today? I really thought both of us were going to fail. But look-we actually passed!"
The sleeping boy groaned, slowly opened his eyes, and blinked against the light.
But the moment he heard the word school, he shot upright in bed and glared at the boy standing before him.
And that boy was none other than our Darsh.
Darsh said in his usual lazy tone, "Rakshit, yaar, chill! You went to school on my behalf, right? You and I aren't different anyway. And besides, I didn't bring you all the way from Rajasthan to Delhi for nothing."
Hearing this, the other boy-Rakshit-just stared at him with an expression that clearly said, Are you for real, Darsh?
Darsh gave a nervous laugh, scratched the back of his neck, and quickly changed the topic and said "Arre yaar, Rakshit, don't sulk. Tell me what happened in school today?"
With a heavy sigh, Rakshit flopped back onto the bed, pulling a dramatic face.
"What should I even tell you, bhaii? The taklu principal gave a long boring speech in the middle of the hot afternoon. And all of that just to say the school will open from 15th May! If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered going.
I would have stayed here, sleeping peacefully like you. But no-look at my rotten luck, I went to school like a good boy."
Hearing this, Darsh burst out laughing uncontrollably.
Hearing this, Darsh burst out laughing uncontrollably.
"HAHAHA! Wait-what did you just call him? Taklu principal? Oh my God, that's too funny! Rakshit, now I'm 100% sure-you're truly my best friend!"
Meanwhile, Rakshit pouted at him like a little school kid whose toys had just been snatched away, making Darsh laugh even harder.
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"he Bhagavan, these school people are so cruel! Imagine, making little children like us sit in the scorching heat, with no mercy at all!"I said, fake-crying in front of my mother India.
Meanwhile, my mother was glaring at me with that I'm so done with you look.
"sitara, you drama queen!" Meera ji said, "You always lead the parade when it comes to acting. Now, if your drama is over, tell me what actually happened in school. Otherwise, the only conversation you'll have with me will be with my flying slipper.
If you want to save yourself, speak up quietly!"
Hearing this, I made an exaggerated crying face right in front of her.
Just then, I saw Baba returning home from work. He was standing at the main door. The moment I saw him, my heart leapt with joy.
I began jumping excitedly-my savior, my dear Papa, was finally home! Now there was no need to fear Mommy anymore.
She thought to herself with relief.
Then she put on her most innocent face, walked over to her father, and said,
"look baba,your biwi is emotionally torturing me!"
She said this while fake crying, clinging to him, and walking toward him as if she had just found her hero.
Raj ji saw all this and burst into laughter, saying, kiski itni Himmat Jo meri pyari Gudiya ko Pareshan kre.
He too started joining Sitara in her little drama. On the other side, Meera ji was staring at both father and daughter with a done face.
Finally, she said, "ap dono baap beti ka kuch nhi hone wala mai hi pgl hu j ap logo k samjhane chli or Agar ab mujhe Pareshan kiya na to dono ki class lga dungi. Isliye jao or mujhe apna Kam krne do."
Both father and daughter burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Raj ji lovingly caressed his daughter's head and said, Tara beta mummy ko itna Pareshan nhi krte. Aur apni shararte unke samne thodi Kam kr do nhi to tumhare sath meri bhi class lg jygi, he added with a laugh.
Hearing this, Sitara cheekily said, baba ap jante hi ho mai apni mother India se kitna pyar krti hu, pr unhe Pareshan krne me alag hi maza h.
Raj ji chuckled at her words and said warmly, "Beta, hum hamesha yahi hain tumhare paas. Bas tum apne sapne par dhyan do. Hume hamari Gudiya ko black coat me dekhna hai-jab wo lawyer ban ke sabki bolti band kar degi."
Hearing this, Sitara's eyes lit up with determination. She replied, baba ap bilkul bhi tension mat lo. Lawyer banna mera nhi apka bhi Sapna h. Aur apki Gudiya apka Sapna jarur pura kregi.
Hearing her words, Raj ji's heart swelled with pride. He smiled and said, "Accha, ab chalo. Jaao apne room me aram karo, thak gayi hogi na."
"Yes, Baba. I'm going to my room now," Sitara said sweetly.
She climbed the stairs to her room. Once inside, she opened her cupboard, pulled out her clothes, and headed straight into the bathroom to take a shower.
Sitara pov :
After a soothing shower, I stepped out feeling utterly drained.
My body begged for rest, so I told myself, "Just two hours... only two hours of sleep. It's 4 PM now, if I nap a little, my mind will be fresh again."
With that thought, I surrendered to the soft embrace of my bed, never realizing how swiftly time would slip away.
The two hours I had planned stretched silently into four. When I finally opened my eyes, night had already crept in. The room felt different, darker.
I turned to the clock - the hands pointed to eight. My heart skipped. "Four hours?!" I whispered to myself in disbelief.
In a rush, I got out of bed, freshened up, and prepared to head downstairs. Just then, faint bursts of laughter floated up from the hall.
A smile tugged at my lips - I knew at once who it was. My little sister, Siddhi. Three years younger than me, in class nine, yet the exact replica of my mother. "Of course she is," I chuckled in my head. "She's Mom's daughter after all... silly me!"
But as I stepped into the hall, the scene before me made me pause. There she was - my sweet Siddhi, sprawled comfortably on the sofa, a bowl of ice cream in her hands, eyes sparkling with delight as she watched her beloved Doraemon.
The glow from the TV flickered across her face, highlighting her innocent joy.
I moved closer, my eyes fixed on her, but she didn't notice. She was too lost in her little world of cartoons and ice cream. Then, all of a sudden, she shivered - not from the cold, but from the weight of a stare. Slowly, she turned her head.
And there I stood, her elder sister, glaring at her with mock seriousness, while she froze mid-bite, the spoon hanging in the air between us.
"Di... didi... diduuu..."Siddhi stammered nervously, her laughter turning awkward. "Hehe... I was just eating ice cream. You were sleeping, so I didn't disturb you. Do you... um... want some?" she asked, pushing the cup forward with trembling hands.
But Sitara didn't wait. She snatched the cup and took a spoonful with triumph. "Hmm... tastes even better when stolen,"she said with a smirk.
Siddhi pouted, crossing her arms. "Unfair! I offered it politely, you didn't have to snatch it."
Sitara only chuckled and leaned back. "So... how was school today? Didn't cause too much drama in class, right? I hope your teacher didn't throw you out."
"Diduuu!" Siddhi cried out, her face twisting into fake outrage. Not everyone is like you! Stop comparing me to your mischief. Sabko apna jaisa samajhna band karo!" She smirked in victory, certain she'd landed the perfect comeback.
But Sitara's eyes narrowed dangerously. She leaned closer, her tone mock-threatening. "Oye choti, jyada mat bol. Ek thappad pad gaya na toh duniya ke saare continents ka tour kar ke aayegi. Aur badi behen se aise baat karte hai? Haa?"
Siddhi gulped, her fake confidence vanishing. Nervous laughter slipped out. "Hehe... diduuu, I was only joking. Don't take it seriously, na! Sorry, sorry... I promise I won't say it again. Please don't tell Papa!"
Sitara's lips curved into a sly grin. "Hmm... okay, I won't tell him. But remember, this will stay in my memory."
The sisters were about to start another round of playful bickering when Meera ji's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Bas! If you two are done showing your behan-chara, come eat your dinner. Otherwise, don't complain later that your mother didn't feed you!"
The words struck like thunder. Sitara and Siddhi exchanged wide-eyed looks, then sprinted towards the dining table, sliding into their chairs with perfect obedience. Raj ji sat there already, watching his daughters with an amused smile.
Meera ji followed, arms folded. "No drama at the dining table. Eat quietly. If I hear even one word, both of you will go to bed hungry."
Food was sacred to the sisters. They loved it more than anything - perhaps more than each other. So, in absolute silence, they began to eat, exchanging mischievous glances but never daring to let out a sound.
After dinner, everyone retreated to their rooms. Sitara slipped under her blanket, the day's chaos finally fading away. A peaceful calm settled in her heart. With a soft smile still lingering on her lips, she drifted into a slumber - the kind only laughter, love, and a little mischief could gift.
Ikik is part me bas Sitara ke bare me h but I'll promise next part me Darsh or uske best friend ke funny moments h so tab tak ke liye wait kro💓
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