The morning sun cast a dull orange glow over the cityscape, struggling to pierce through the haze of smog. Aaradhya was jolted awake by a loud knock on her door. Before she could even gather her thoughts, her father's voice, stern and impatient, rang through the wooden frame.
"Aaradhya! Jaldi neeche aao. Be ready in five minutes. We are going to the market. And for heaven's sake, wear something appropriate. Tum ek politician ki beti ho, koi aam logon jaisi nahin."

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