WHISPER OF HEART

Episode 1: A Morning to Remember

The sharp chime of the alarm broke through the silence of Rosy’s room. It was early October, and the crispness of the morning air seeped in through the open window. She sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes, and stretched. The stillness of the hostel felt oddly peaceful, a moment of calm before the hustle of the day.

Rosy went through her morning routine with practiced ease. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, splashed some cold water on her face, and slipped into comfortable clothes. As she passed the window, she paused, gazing out at the early light casting golden hues across the city. A soft sigh escaped her lips. There was something soothing about this moment—the stillness, the way the world seemed to gently wake up.

She moved to the small kitchen area in the hostel room and began preparing her coffee. The aroma of fresh brew filled the air, grounding her for the day ahead. She glanced over at the bed where her best friend, Prisy, was still buried under the covers. A mischievous smile spread across Rosy’s face as she walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently shook her friend awake.

“Prisy, come on! It’s time to start the day!” she teased, giving her a playful shove.

Prisy groggily sat up, blinking in the morning light. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled, but Rosy was already standing up, making her way to the table with two mugs of coffee.

“Coffee?” Rosy asked, as she passed Prisy her cup, her voice lighthearted.

The two of them sat at the small table, chatting about the project they had to submit by the end of the month. It was a big one—an interview with an up-and-coming celebrity, a hero of sorts, and they had to capture their essence for the college's final assessment. The weight of the project was starting to sink in.

“How are we even supposed to find someone to interview?” Prisy asked, her voice tinged with frustration. “We have no connections!”

Rosy shrugged, her mind elsewhere for a moment. She sipped her coffee, looking out the window at the morning sunlight filtering through the trees, creating a soft, almost magical scene. Nature always had a way of making her feel at peace, even in the chaos of college life.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was her mother, Daisy, calling. Rosy hesitated, not wanting to interrupt the moment, but Prisy tapped her arm gently, reminding her. “You should pick it up, Rosy. Your mom worries.”

Reluctantly, Rosy answered the call, her voice soft. "Hi, Mom."

"Hey, sweetheart," Daisy’s familiar voice came through the phone, warm and comforting. "How’s everything going over there? Have you made any plans for the upcoming vacation?"

Rosy smiled faintly. “I’m good, Mom. It’s just the usual—studying, projects. I’ll be home at the end of December, though, like we planned.”

“Good, good. Don’t work too hard, okay? Take care of yourself,” Daisy said, her tone laced with motherly concern.

Rosy nodded, though her mom couldn’t see it. “I will, Mom. Don’t worry.”

As they finished chatting, Rosy hung up and turned her attention back to Prisy, who was already gathering her things. “We should get moving,” Prisy said, slipping on her jacket. “We’re going to be late for class.”

The two friends left the hostel together, making their way through the bustling streets toward campus. As they walked, the conversation shifted back to the project. How could they make it stand out? What would their angle be? It was daunting, but Rosy found herself lost in the conversation, the ideas flowing.

On the way to class, their two other friends, Jack and Simon, caught up with them. The group chatted casually as they entered the grand building that housed their college’s main theater. The classroom for the day was arranged like a hotel room, sleek and modern, with comfortable chairs and a projector screen ready to be used.

As they all sat down, Rosy’s mind was still half on the project, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting, something deeper, as she adjusted her camera bag by her side. Maybe it was just the excitement of the day, or maybe something more.

The professor walked in, and the class began, but Rosy couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something—something that could change everything.

The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in Krish’s room. The calm of the early hours was soon interrupted by the loud beep of his alarm. With a groan, Krish stretched his arms and yawned, reluctant to leave the comfort of his warm bed. But the day awaited, and there was no time to waste.

Krish’s young nephew, Loria, had other plans. The door to his room suddenly burst open, and Loria rushed in, his small feet thudding against the floor as he ran toward the bed. “Krish! Wake up! I need to go to school!” Loria exclaimed, practically jumping up and down.

Krish blinked, still half asleep, but his responsibility as an older figure kicked in. “Alright, alright,” he muttered, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “I’m getting up.”

After a quick shower, Krish slipped into his usual crisp suit. He was always sharp and professional, especially on busy days like this. As he left his room, he accidentally bumped into his older sister in the hallway, causing her to look up at him, her brow raised.

“Watch where you’re going, Krish,” she said playfully, rubbing the spot where he had nudged her.

Krish smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, sis. Just in a rush today.”

With a quick apology, Krish made his way downstairs to the dining room, where his parents and brothers were already gathered. The servant was placing breakfast on the table—eggs, toast, and fresh fruit.

“Good morning, Krish,” his father said, glancing up from the newspaper. “How’s the dance academy going? Any updates on the December competition?”

Krish sat down at the table and grabbed a piece of toast. “It’s going well, Father. The dancers are preparing hard. We’ve got a lot of work ahead, but I’m confident we’ll be ready.”

His older brother, always quick to bring up business matters, leaned forward with a slight smirk. “You’re still ignoring the family business to focus on your dance academy, huh?”

Krish chuckled. “You know it’s not like that, Bro. The academy is my passion, but I’m always thinking of the family. Don’t worry.”

After a few more minutes of casual conversation, Krish noticed Loria pacing by the door, impatient to leave. “Alright, kid. Let’s get going,” Krish said, grabbing his car keys.

He walked out of the house with Loria, who was practically bouncing in excitement. They reached the car, and Krish opened the door for Loria before getting into the driver’s seat.

“Have a good day at school, Loria,” Krish said, ruffling his nephew’s hair before Loria rushed into the school building.

With Loria safely dropped off, Krish made his way to his company—Unique Dance Academy. As CEO, he had his hands full every day, ensuring the academy ran smoothly. Upon entering the building, Krish was greeted by the staff, and his best friend and business partner, Mathew, was waiting for him in the lobby.

“Good morning, Krish! Ready to tackle the day?” Mathew asked, flashing a grin.

Krish nodded. “Definitely. We have a lot to cover, especially with the competition coming up in December.”

Together, they took the elevator to the upper floors. On the way up, Krish called his assistant, Lyra, who was already at work. “Lyra, what’s the update on the dancers? How are preparations for the competition going?”

“Everything is on track, Krish. The routines are coming together. The teachers are working hard with the dancers,” Lyra responded over the phone.