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It was a deceptively calm morning. Golden rays of sunlight slipped through the window like silent intruders, brushing gently against her face, whispering for her to wake and witness a rare sliver of peace in a restless world.
But there she lay-deep in dreamland, smiling in the embrace of her warm blanket. With the elegance of a lazy queen, she turned to the other side, shielding herself from the brightness, unwilling to surrender to reality.
And then-SPLASH!
A cold surge of water crashed onto her face like nature's slap.
"Hey Bhagwaaaan! Tsunamiii! Mummyyy!" she shrieked, eyes wide in horror, leaping off the bed in pure survival mode.
Blinded and drenched, she reached out and flung herself at the first figure she saw-wrapping her arms around it as if it were a lifeline, clinging like her world depended on it.
A stunned silence.
For a moment, it looked like a scene from a romantic drama-her soaked, terrified form in the arms of a startled figure. Maybe a rescuer. Maybe a long-lost lover.who was struggling to not let his neck detached from him and bounce on the floor like a ball.
But then-reality hit.
"OYE! MAIN KYA ZHAAD HOON? KYA MUJHPE CHAD GAYI HAI?" the voice bellowed, cracking through the illusion. "UTAR NEECHHE! MERI GHARDAN MUD RAHI HAIIIINN !!CHUDAIL!!"
Boom!
They crashed to the floor in a spectacular mess of limbs and chaos.
Only then did the truth land harder than the fall.
It was her brother!..
"Mummyyy! Abhi toh meri gardan hi mud jaati!" Reyansh shouted, rubbing the back of his neck with a mix of pain and annoyance.
"Toh kisne kaha tha tuze mere upar paani daalne ko, bhikhari kahi ke-Bhikarchot!" she screamed back, getting up from the floor and glaring at him.
"Lo kar lo baat! Kiska bhala karne jao wahi gardan marodne lagta hai kumbhakarn Tera result hai aaj, tujhe nahi dekhna par humein toh dekhna hai! Lakhoon rupaye tere peeche lagaye hain papa ne-dekhein toh sahi, kya diye jalaaye hain tumpe 10th mein!" he ranted dramatically.
"Abe bhikhari, tujhe toh sirf 84 aaye the-mujhe 90+ aayenge, dekhna!" she snapped, flashing back to the sleepless nights she had sacrificed for her boards.
"Arey woh toh tab pata chalega jab tu apna seat number dalegi!" he retorted.
"Tum dono yahin jagadte raho, yahan 11 baj rahe hain! Jaake site open karo warna hang ho jaati hai woh!!" their mother yelled while coming in the room, irritated by their daily chaos.
Then she turned toward her daughter. "Aur meri pyaari putri, aap khud nahaengi ya fir main aapka sir balti mein duba ke nahlaoon?!"
Hearing that, Drishti bolted toward the bathroom in a panic.
After their banter
"Hey Bhagwaan! Maine insaan paida kiya hai ya jungle ke janwar!" her mother muttered to the ceiling and returned to the kitchen.
A few minutes later-
"Mummyyy! Nahi mil raha!" Drishti shouted, throwing the last book out of the cupboard.
"Hamne yahi toh rakha tha yaar!"
Reyansh stood silently, deep in thought, like he was decoding a secret mystery.
"Aree tu kya khade khade dekh raha hai? Dhundh na!" she yelled.
"Tum logon se ek bhi zimmedaari sambhalti nahi! Bola tha hall ticket sambhal ke rakhne ko-nahi! Photo tak nikal ke nahi rakha uska!" their mother scolded again.
"Arey par main yeh soch raha tha ki..." Reyansh tried to speak but was cut off.
"Tu toh sirf sochta hi reh! Teri shaadi ho jaayegi, bacche ho jaayenge, fir bhi tu sochta hi rahega-'Aree bacche kaise ho gaye!'" she mimicked in his voice.
"Kyaaa! Mummy, samjhao na isse! Kuch bhi bol deti hai!" he said, embarrassed.
THWACK! A light slap landed on Drishti's head.
"Apna hall ticket dhoondh pehle! Phir uske bacchon ke baare mein sochna, gadhi kahin ki!" their mother snapped.
"Itne din tu usi hall ticket ko leke exam mein jaati thi, uspe likhti thi-ab tumhe woh 4 letter ka no. Yaad nahi hai toh paper mein kya yaad rakhti hogi?" Reyansh mocked, folding his hands.
"Hall ticket chhodo-jab room number dekhna tha tab uss volunteer ne kaha, 'Jo kal the wahi aaj hai.' Pata hai isne kya bola?"
"Aree uncle, kal ka hi toh yaad nahi hai!" her mother said, mimicking Drishti.
"Mujhe toh darr hai yeh NDA mein kya karegi!"
"Kya tune aisa kaha?! Heee! Tera toh popat ho gaya!" Reyansh burst out laughing.
"Zyada hasi aa rahi hai tujhe?!" she shouted and ran after him.
Just like that, the daily Tom and Jerry chase resumed.
Drishti threw a pillow at Reyansh-but instead, it smacked right into the face of someone entering the house.
"Raghav bhaiyaa!!" both yelled in horror.!
"What the hell is happening here?!" Raghav said, completely unaware of the banter and chaos between the brother and sister that had unfolded before his arrival.
", Bhaiyaa accha hua aap aa gaye! Dekho, is ladki ne hall ticket ghuma diya result ke time pe," Reyansh said, hiding behind his elder brother.
"Kya!?" Raghav asked, confused.
"Arey bhaiya, nahi mil raha hai! Yahi bandar meri cheezon ko haath lagata rehta hai!" Drishti yelled.
Raghav silently pulled out his phone from his pocket and started searching something with a serious face.
Both brother and sister tried to peek into his phone-as if something delicious was going to pop out of it.
"Haan, le lo. Number daalo," Raghav said, showing her a photo of the hall ticket.
"Arey! Aapke paas photo tha?" Drishti said, as a wave of relief washed over her upon seeing her hall ticket number.
A heavy silence blanketed the room as Drishti slowly typed her hall ticket number onto the results website. Every pair of eyes in the room was glued to the tablet screen, breath held, hearts thudding in sync with the loading bar.
Just as the marks were about to appear...
RING RING!
A phone call abruptly popped up on the screen, crashing the website and sending the tension spiraling into collective frustration.
"Tch! Arre, ab kiska call aa gaya!?"
Groans and irritated "ptchh!" sounds echoed around the room like a disappointed orchestra-everyone except Raghav, who remained suspiciously calm.
"Arey... yeh toh Pramila ka number hai! Apni padosan ka," drishti mother muttered after squinting at the caller ID.
"Kya Mummy! Aapne yeh number kyun diya? Aapko pata hai main isi phone pe padhti hoon!" she said, her face twisted in annoyance.
"Ab utha lo, dekh lo kya kehna chahti hai," her mother said coolly, unfazed by the brewing storm.
Already teetering on the edge, Drishti jabbed the answer button with barely contained fury.
"Haan, aunty! Boliy-" she began, trying her hardest not to sound like a fire-breathing dragon.
"Beta, kitne mile marks? Wahi puchne ke liye phone kiya. Payal ko toh 93 aaye hain!"
Pramila's syrupy sweet voice echoed through the speaker, slicing through the hall like a badly timed wedding band.
Drishti froze. Her glare slowly shifted to her mother-daggers in her eyes, volcano in her soul.
At that perfect cinematic moment, Reyansh strolled in from the kitchen with a packet of chips, fully aware that this drama had no intermission.
"Arey, abhi tak dekha hi nahi, Pramila ji. Bas dekh hi rahe the, tabhi aapka call aa gaya," Drishti's mother replied with a nervous smile, trying to mask the chaos she'd indirectly summoned
Drishti ends the call with Pramila aunty like she just defused a bomb.
"Mummy, mujhe bas yeh bata do - kya aap Pramila aunty ki agent ho? RAW ke liye kaam karte ho kya? 2 second pehle result nikalta aur yeh aunty wahan Wi-Fi ke signal pe latak ke phone le aayi!"Drishti while ritting her teeth
Her mom, calm as a Himalayan cow, sips tea and nods like this is all part of her master plan.
"Main toh kehta hoon, CBSE website ka password bhi aunty ko de do. Shayad unko humse pehle pata chal jaye ki kaun fail hua hai."Reyansh while aving chips.
"Mera toh mann kar raha hai, result ke saath apna janm kundli bhi check kar loon... shayad koi 'Aunty Dosh' likha ho."Drishti facepalms her self
"Bas karo tum log. Tablet do. Mujhe lagta hai mujhe coding language mein site se baat karni padegi."Raghav with dead serious tone
He takes the tablet like it's a bomb squad job.
[The tension builds. Music in background: Mission Impossible flute version]
The site loads...
Then buffers...
Then buffers...
Then shows an ad:
"LOSE 10 KGS IN 4 DAYS-CLICK HERE!"
"Ye site result dikhayegi ya gym bhejegi?"Reyansh muttering.
"Perfect. Marks toh mile nahi, ab motivation mil raha hai ki duniya se chhup jaun."Drishti sarcasm dripping from her mouth
"Beta, waise ad sahi keh raha hai... tera weight na stress se kam ho hi gaya hoga."Drishti Mother with serious tone
"Maa, abhi na mujhe bas oxygen chahiye, logic nahi."Drishti with dry stare.
Finally, Raghav presses the "view result" button.
All heads lean in like penguins watching a fish jump.
"Drishti Sharma... 94.8%!"Raghav while reading with drama
[3 seconds of silence. Then - full-on confusion kaboom.]
Reyansh (spits chips):
"KYA!? Bas!? Tu toh syllabus ke saath teachers ke notes bhi ratti thi!"
"Tu apni 72% sambhaal! Mere result mein surprise mat ho!"Drishti(throws a pillow at him)
"Pramila ji! Haan haan! Bata rahi hoon. 94.8! Haan Payal se 1 point kam ... kya karein bhagwan ki kripa!"Drishti mother (already dailing)
"MAAA! Mat batao! Privacy naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai!"Drishti (SCREAMING)
"Haan haan Pramila ji, uska chehra bilkul lassi jaisa phool gaya hai... haa bilkul, tension ke wajah se..."Drishti mother (ON SPEAKER )
"Kya main Himalaya shift ho sakti hoon?"Drishti (to herself)
"Shift hone se pehle Pramila aunty se visa lagwana padega."reyansh said winking at her
In seconds Drishti tries to strangle Reyansh with a charging cable.
Both stop
"Drishu congratulations bacche maine kaha tha na tu kar legi ""Raghav said while patting her head
"Thank you bhaiya " Both side hugged each other
"Chalo meri taraf se tumhare pure friends ko ice cream party "Raghav said feeling proud on her sister
" Aree bap re baap bhaiyaaaa " Reyansh with dead serious tone
Both raghav and drishti looked at each other not knowing what happen to him
Mujhe kya nali se utha laye the "reyansh wiping fake tears
"Aree nhi re ek aurat mili thi boli mummy se behen ji ess bacche ko leleo aur mujhe ek bhakar de do le lo ji le lo tab bhi tere nak se snot bahar a araha tha aur tu ro raha tha mummyee karke "drishti said making fun of him and reyansh ran in her direction
"Chudail rukk !!.
Drishti was floating on cloud nine - literally.
she stood on stage with a giant medal that said "94% Achiever - Nation's Pride". Rose petals rained, relatives clapped like she just cracked UPSC, and her brother even gave her a full Dairy Milk without taking a bite first.
"Drishti beta, hum toh pehle hi jaante the tum genius ho," said Pramila aunty, wiping her fake tears as if she funded Drishti's tuition.
She was about to give a speech - "Main yeh percentage apni friends aur tuition wale Sharma sir ko..." - when suddenly...
Aree uthh ...
uthh na sudar ki tarah so rahi hai !!
A sharp jhatka pulled her back to reality. Her mom stood over her, frowning and shaking her like a mixer on full speed.
"Uth ja! Result aagaya hai!"
Drishti rubbed her eyes and blinked. "Kya? But... maine toh 94% le liya tha na..."
Her mom gave her the "don't-start-your-natak" look and handed her the tablet. The screen loaded slowly, buffering like it too knew the emotional damage coming.
Result: 85%.
Silence.
Drishti stared.
Her dreams collapsed like a weak Jenga tower.
"Ye toh... sapne mein scam ho gaya!" she cried.
Meanwhile, her brother peeked in and said, "85%? Bas? Toh Dairy Milk cancel, ab sirf Eclairs milega."
And just when she thought the day couldn't get worse, her phone buzzed:
Pramila Aunty to her mother "Behen ji , 85% pe toh aaj kal rishtay bhi nahi aate. Payal ko toh 93.54 aaye hai "
Drishti flopped back on the bed and muttered, "Agli baar sapna bhi after result hi dekhungi..."
Absolutely! Here's a charming continuation of the story with a warm, funny, and feel-good vibe, exactly as you described:
Drishti was sitting in her hall still traumatized by her marks and over her crushed dream when the door creaked open.
"Good morning, topper! " her father beamed, entering with a plastic bag full of goodies - cake, pav, and the legendary local bakery biscuits that only appeared on rare occasions like power cuts, India winning a cricket match... or emotional disasters.
"Ye sab kis khushi mein?" Drishti asked, still dramatic, a spoonful of pity in her tone.
"Tere 85% ke celebration mein! Your mother told me on call, Marks matter hi kitna karte hain aaj kal?" he said casually, placing the items on the table. "Bas insaan acha hona chahiye, aur cake fresh hona chahiye."
Just then, Raghav, her elder brother, stormed in - sweaty, sporty, and suspiciously glowing like someone who just returned from Mount Kailash instead of gym and badminton.
"Kya hua? Result aaya kya?" he asked, wiping his forehead with his t-shirt, completely unaware of the morning drama.
Drishti mumbled, "Got 85%..." like she was confessing a crime.
"That's it?" Raghav raised an eyebrow.
She gulped.
"That's amazing!" he smiled, plopping next to her. "There are kids in my coaching who don't even reach 70. One guy submitted his chemistry paper blank and wrote 'Sorry' at the end like it was a break-up letter."
Drishti chuckled through her sniffles.
"And don't forget," he added, "the guy who got 59% but walked out of the exam hall saying 'Mission accomplished' like he just saved the planet."
Her father joined in, "Exactly! Beta, duniya ka sabse bada scam hai yeh 90-plus ka craze. Steve Jobs ne kitne percent laye the, pata hai? Nahi! Par iPhone banaya!"
Just then the door open
Enter Reyansh who was vanished in between and roam in the whole society as if he own this place with 2 mischief partner, walking in like they owned the house.
"Bas 85%? , tu toh mere sapne mein 94% layi thi. Ab tu bhi cheat kar rahi hai sapne mein?" Reyansh
Drishti rolled her eyes. "Tu mere sapne mein kya kar raha tha pehle yeh bata!"
Before he could answer, Esha and Avni burst in, holding a small homemade "Congrats Champ!" banner - the "p" already torn.
"Yaar tumhe 85% mila, isiliye hum aaj free mein cake khayenge," said Avni, grabbing a piece.
"Aur emotional support bhi denge. Bas cake ke baad," added Sneha, already chewing.
Drishti looked around - her plate full, her heart fuller.
Dreams may fail, websites may crash, but a plate of pav, a weird brother, annoying friends, and a crazy family?
Always 100%
"aur tum ka Bas itna surprise? Mujhe laga koi naukri lag gayi tum dono ki!" Drishti giggled and hugged them tightly. "Waise... result ka kya hua tumhare? Kitna aaya?"
Avni sighed, "75%..."
Esha followed, "Mere 80% aaye..."
Drishti gave a small smile, "Nice! Waise Aashvika ka kya hua? Uski aur meri preparation same hi hui thi "
"She's waiting at the cafรฉ. Bola hai sab milke chalein-ek proper 'marks wale dukh' outing hogi," Avni chuckled.
"Waise usne apne marks bataye kya?" Drishti asked, squinting suspiciously.
"Nahi..." Esha said slowly.
"HEIN? Fail ho gayi kyaaaa?" Drishti overreacted as usual. "Nahi nahi! Aisa nahi ho sakta! Hum akele pass hoke kya karein? Fail wali dosti ke maza hi kuch aur hai!"
Before Esha or Avni could defend their mysterious friend, the doorbell rang.
"TING TONG!"
Drishti mother opened the door
And here enters the princesss of topping who always topped not only in class but also in society the deviiii!!! Lorrddd of topping every where
Payal in her perfect plait, crisp dupatta, and 93% marks. Behind her stood her proud-as-a-peacock mom, Pramila aunty, holding a dabba of mandir ki prasad wali mithai like it was a Nobel Prize.
"Aree Drishti beta, kaise ho? Yeh lo... mithai... hamari Payal ko 93% aaye hai na!"
She emphasized every syllable like she was singing an opera.
Drishti's mom smiled awkwardly, "Wah Payal, bahut badiya..."
Pramila aunty wasn't done. Oh no.
"Bas ab aage aur mehnat karo Drishti beta. Agli baar aur achha karo... warna aajkal toh sirf sundarta se kaam nahi chalta. Padhai bhi honi chahiye. Warna... koi pasand bhi nahi karega, hai na behenji?"
She fake-laughed and nudged Drishti's mom.
BOOM.
That last line hit harder than any tsunami water splash.
Drishti forced a smile. "Aunty, shakal bhi bhagwan ne di hai, aur akal bhi. Thoda patience rakhna... dono ka jalwa dikhayenge NDA ke parade ground par!"
Esha and Avni exchanged impressed looks. Burn level: NDA-trained sniper.
Pramila aunty blinked, smiled tightly, and turned to leave with a grumbling "chalo beta..."
As the door closed, Avni whispered, "93% leke bhi attitude 100% ka hi hai."
Drishti dramatically sighed, "Chalo cafรฉ... humare percentage chahe kam ho... par dosti mein 100% emotional damage sharing hona chahiye!"
And with that, the three girls walked out of the house-laughing, teasing, and dragging their dreams behind them like oversized backpacks full of hopes and chaos.
Stay tuned!!!
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