The Dare Gone Wrong

The aroma of breakfast filled the dining hall of the Mehra house, usually a hub of chatter. Today, however, an unusual silence hung in the air. Aadya Mehra, at 25, was pursuing her postgraduation in Emergency Medicine, a demanding path her family supported, albeit with an extra layer of protection reserved for their 'apple of the eye'. She had just dropped a small bomb – a medical conference in Delhi next week.

Her father, Mr. Pankaj Mehra, cleared his throat. "But Papa, this conference is very important for my career," Aadya began, knowing his respect for her profession was her best bet. Her dad chuckled, a warm sound that barely masked his concern. "I know, bachcha, but alone? You still act like a kid!" Before Aadya could press her case, her younger brother Sidharth chimed in, smirking, "Papa, don't fall for the puppy eyes! Something's fishy."

Aadya stomped his foot under the table. "He just wants to irritate me! Please, Papa, it's only three days, and Khushi is coming too. It's for my career!" She looked at him with her most convincing puppy dog eyes. Finally, after a moment, her dad conceded, extracting promises of daily calls and safety. Breakfast ended, and everyone dispersed. Aadya, on her way to college, couldn't contain her excitement. This wasn't just a conference; it was the start of a 'Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani' adventure.