Love beyond his rules

Chapter 1 : Siya Sharma

Chapter 1: Siya Sharma

"Sometimes, the most beautiful stories don't begin with love. They begin with ordinary days that quietly change everything."

The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the cream-colored curtains of the Sharma residence. Outside, birds chirped cheerfully as the fragrance of blooming jasmine drifted into the room.

Siya Sharma slowly opened her eyes.

She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed.

6:00 A.M.

Unlike most people her age, Siya never hated mornings. They reminded her that every sunrise brought another opportunity to become the person she dreamed of being.

She sat up, folded her hands before the small idol of Lord Krishna placed on her bedside table, and whispered her daily prayer.

"Give me strength to do what's right, courage to face every challenge, and kindness to never change who I am."

It was a prayer she had repeated since childhood.

After freshening up, she tied her long black hair into a loose braid and stepped onto the balcony with a steaming cup of ginger tea. The cool breeze brushed against her face as she watched the neighborhood slowly wake up.

Children waited for their school buses.

An elderly couple walked hand in hand through the park.

The nearby temple bells echoed through the quiet streets.

For Siya, these little moments made life beautiful.

She didn't need expensive vacations or luxurious cars to feel happy.

She found happiness in simple things-a hot cup of tea, a good book, rainy evenings, and laughter around the dining table.

"Siya!"

Her mother's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Breakfast is ready."

"I'm coming, Maa."

She smiled and hurried downstairs.

The Sharma house wasn't huge, but it carried something money could never buy-warmth.

Every corner held memories.

Family photographs decorated the walls.

A bookshelf stood proudly in the living room, filled with novels and law books.

Fresh marigold flowers rested in front of the small temple.

As Siya entered the dining room, she found her family exactly where she expected them to be.

Her grandmother, Rukmini Sharma, sat peacefully with a rosary in her hand.

Her father, Rajesh Sharma, was reading the newspaper while adjusting his glasses.

Her younger brother, Vihaan, was secretly trying to steal another aloo paratha from the serving plate.

Before he could grab it, Siya gently slapped his hand.

"Caught again."

Vihaan looked up dramatically.

"Didi, I'm a growing boy."

"You've been a growing boy for the last five years."

The room erupted in laughter.

Meera Sharma placed another paratha on Siya's plate.

"You two will never grow up."

"We don't want to," Vihaan replied with a grin.

Breakfast in the Sharma household was never silent.