On the other side of the room, Nandini was yanking at her brother's hair, turning their beautiful, girly bedroom into a full-blown warzone. He’d supposedly commented on her height again – as if that wasn’t *always* happening.
“How *dare* you, huh?! Dad scolded you for this last time, didn’t he? Can you just… just *stop* letting me be? You lousy piece of shit!” she shrieked, voice hitting a pitch only dogs could hear.
The guy was now scrambling to escape her grip. “Leave me, you churail! It’s hurting, man!”
Elder Murthys shook their heads in disbelief. Anant stepped in to save his son from going bald at 25. “Let him go, princess. We all know what a brat he is.”
Seeing her father, Nandini immediately ran to him to complain, while her brother just rolled his eyes, rubbing his scalp where she’d attacked.
After a few consoling words, she stalked off to get some food to replenish her energy. Anant turned to his son with a bored expression. “When will you grow up? You’re a 25-year-old officer, act like one! Try to be like your sister – she’s so calm, so understanding.”
“Yeah, yeah. She’s your favorite, right?” Cabir deadpanned. “Did you ever ask *her* who she learned that approach from? No, you didn’t! Let me enlighten you, Dad. It was me, her best friend. I just don’t like taking credit, anyway. I always—”
As he launched into this award-winning speech, Anant rolled his eyes and walked away, not even letting him finish. Nandini appeared then, handing him an ice pack without saying a word. Cabir smiled at her caring gesture.
This girl was the princess of the Murthy residence, utterly and completely pampered, being the only daughter of the family. She was also the mini-monster for her brother, the one he loved the most, three years his senior.
She loved baking, painting, and reading. Anyone who knew her wouldn’t be surprised to hear she spent her entire day immersed in those three things.
And following those interests, she’d turned her passion into a profession, becoming a baker after finishing her studies. She owned a small bakery called "Dream Pies." It wasn’t hugely popular yet, but considering she’d only started six months ago, it was doing pretty well. Her baking skills were in high demand in the Naval quarter where they lived.
Nandini Murthy had immense love for the Indian Navy. The pride, the respect, the facilities, the powerful uniform… everything about it fascinated her. Perks of being the daughter of Rear Admiral Anant Murthy, the granddaughter of the late Admiral Kishore Murthy, and the sister of Lieutenant Cabir Murthy.
Nandini was talkative, extroverted, bubbly, and happy-go-lucky. She was a modern, stylish girl, known as ‘The Diva’ among her friends for her incredible sense of style and sparkling aura. Simply put, she was a deadly combination of hotness and cuteness.
She could gel with random people easily, making friends at the drop of a hat, regardless of age or gender. She might seem rude or incredibly caring, but she knew how to value relationships and protect her people. Once someone earned a place in that inner circle, she treasured them for a lifetime.