She never asked for her gift.
Since childhood, Anushka has carried a secret she has never shared with anyone-a strange instinct that warns her whenever someone's life is about to change forever.
One ordinary morning, that instinct saves the life of...
"Some instincts don't predict the future... they change it."
Delhi Monday | 8:42 A.M.
The familiar announcement echoed through the crowded metro coach.
"Doors will open on the left. Please mind the gap."
The train slowed to a halt.
Before the doors had even opened completely, people had already begun squeezing toward the exit.
Some were rushing to meetings. Some to college. Some were simply trying not to be late. Among the sea of hurried faces...
Walked a girl who looked surprisingly calm. A faded black backpack hung over one shoulder. A white cotton kurti. Blue jeans. Comfortable white sneakers that had clearly seen better days. A pair of earphones rested around her neck instead of in her ears. In one hand, she carried a blue file. In the other... A paper cup of chai.
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*Anushka Sharma.🌸*
Twenty-two years old.
A middle-class girl from a small apartment in East Delhi. She wasn't rich.
She wasn't famous. And she certainly wasn't extraordinary...
At least, that's what the world believed. ______________________________________
The moment she stepped out of the station, the humid August air greeted her. She took a sip of her tea and looked at her phone.
8:43 A.M. She sighed.
"Not bad..." "If the traffic behaves today, I might actually reach before time."
Her phone vibrated.
✨ Maa Calling... Anushka smiled before answering.
Anu -"Good morning, Maa." Maa -"Reached?"
Anu-"Almost."
Maa -"Breakfast kiya?"
Anushka looked guiltily at the half-finished tea in her hand. "...Tea counts?"
There was complete silence on the other side. "Maa?"
Maa -"Tea is not breakfast."
Anushka laughed. "I knew you were going to say that."
Maa -"You've become too smart." Anu -"I got it from you."
Her mother tried not to smile. "Don't butter me up."
