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It was simple November morning where world was just waking up.
In a Apartment which is earned and designed by itself and feels like home , she was sprawled on bed tangled in sheets like dreams have personally betrayed her saying 'today is monday'. Her alarm clock was there but it didn't ring because that's who she is ...completing her every wish and buying things she ever thought even when she never have to use because her parents have said 'jab apne paise ayenge na tab lena abhi jitna kr de rhe hai ma-baap bahut hai'
Finally, she woke up..body felt like jellyfish but yet she get up get ready and left for office....and
It was a simple November morning, the kind where the world stretches slowly before fully waking up.
In an apartment she had earned and designed herself — a space that finally felt like hers — Siya was sprawled across the bed, tangled in sheets like even her dreams had betrayed her by whispering, “It’s Monday.”
Her alarm clock sat silently on the table. It didn’t ring.
Because that’s who she was — someone who bought things she once longed for, even if she barely used them.
After all, she had grown up hearing,
"Jab apne paise ayenge na tab lena. Abhi jitna kar de rahe hain ma-baap, bahut hai."
So now, when she had her own money, she bought everything. Even alarms she never used.
Finally, she dragged herself out of bed, her body feeling like a defeated jellyfish. Monday didn’t care.
She did.
Siya — a girl from UP who once dreamed beyond borders, yet somehow learned to adjust within them.
Now she lived in Bangalore.
Head of Marketing at Google.
Successful. Independent. Bound — in ways no one could see.
Her phone buzzed on the bedside table.
“Maa Calling.”
And for some reason, her stomach tightened.
Because mothers never called this early for good news.
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