𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎-1 𝙶𝚄𝙻𝙼𝙾𝙷𝙰𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂.

🇮🇳 GULMOHAR HEIGHTS

Episode 1 — The New Neighbour

Mumbai. 8:15 AM.

At Gulmohar Heights, mornings were never peaceful.

Someone was arguing about parking.

Someone was shouting from a balcony.

Someone was already complaining about the lift.

And somewhere on the third floor, the smell of hot poha was making half the building hungry.

But that morning, something was different.

A moving truck had stopped outside the main gate.

Mr. Prakash Iyer, the society secretary, immediately came running downstairs.

“Who approved this truck?” he asked.

The security guard looked confused.

“Sir… nobody.”

“Then why is it here?”

“Because… it is a moving truck, sir.”

Mr. Iyer stared at him.

“That is not the point.”

Before the argument could continue, Rohan Mehta came running down the stairs.

“NEW NEIGHBOURS!”

Behind him came Meera, Kabir, and Arjun.

Arjun was holding a plate of samosas.

Meera looked at the truck.

“Do we know them?”

“No,” said Rohan.

“Then why are you so excited?”

Rohan smiled.

“New neighbours mean new people to impress.”

Arjun raised a samosa.

“Or new people to ask for food.”

Kabir looked at the truck.

“Maybe they are famous.”

Everyone became quiet.

Mr. Iyer adjusted his glasses.

“Why would famous people move into Gulmohar Heights?”

Rohan whispered, “Exactly. That's why we need to investigate.”

A voice suddenly came from behind them.

“Investigate what?”

Everyone turned.

It was Mrs. Fernandes.

She smiled.

“I already know.”

Everyone stared at her.

“You do?”

“Of course.”

She leaned closer.

“They are a family of four.”

Meera gasped.

“How do you know?”

Mrs. Fernandes proudly replied,

“The watchman told me.”

Everyone stared at the watchman.

The watchman immediately looked away.

🏠 THE NEW FAMILY

A few minutes later, the apartment door opened.

A man stepped out.

“Hello! We are the Verma family. We just moved here.”

Mr. Iyer immediately stepped forward.

“Welcome to Gulmohar Heights. I am Prakash Iyer, society secretary.”

Rohan whispered to Meera,

“He says that to everyone.”

“I heard that,” Mr. Iyer said.

Then Mrs. Verma came out.

Behind her were two children.

Everyone smiled.

“Welcome!” Meera said.

“Thank you!” Mrs. Verma replied.

Arjun suddenly appeared beside her.

“If you need any help with the kitchen, I know a very good food delivery place.”

Mrs. Verma laughed.

“That's very kind.”

Arjun nodded seriously.

“Food is important when moving.”

Rohan looked at him.

“You say food is important every day.”

“Exactly.”

📦 THE FIRST PROBLEM

The movers began carrying boxes upstairs.

Everything seemed normal.

Until—

CRASH!

Everyone froze.

A large box had fallen.

Mr. Iyer ran over.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Yes,” said the mover.

Mr. Iyer sighed with relief.

Then he saw the label on the box.

FRAGILE — DO NOT OPEN.

His eyes widened.

“What's inside?”

Mr. Verma smiled nervously.

“Oh… just something very important.”

Rohan immediately became interested.

“What kind of important?”

Mr. Verma looked at him.

“Personal.”

Rohan nodded.

“Of course.”

He walked away.

Then whispered to Meera,

“Definitely something interesting.”

Meera shook her head.

“Rohan, don't start.”

“I haven't started anything.”

At that exact moment, Kabir appeared.

“I think it's a treasure chest.”

Everyone looked at him.

Arjun said,

“Why?”

“Because it says fragile.”

Arjun blinked.

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

Kabir smiled.

“I know.”

☕ THE WELCOME TEA

That evening, the society members gathered to welcome the Vermas.

Mrs. Sharma brought sweets.

Mrs. Fernandes brought flowers.

Mr. Rao brought cricket statistics.

Nobody knew why.

And Arjun brought—

“Wait,” Meera said.

“Are those samosas?”

Arjun proudly smiled.

“Of course.”

Mr. Iyer cleared his throat.

“Please, everyone. Let's behave properly.”

He turned toward the Vermas.

“We hope you enjoy living here.”

Mr. Verma smiled.

“We already feel welcome.”

Suddenly—

BEEP! BEEP!

Everyone's phones made a sound.

Mr. Iyer looked at his phone.

Then his face changed.

“What happened?” asked Rohan.

Mr. Iyer slowly looked up.

“Someone has created a new Gulmohar Heights WhatsApp group.”

Everyone relaxed.

“Oh.”

Then Mr. Iyer read the group name.

GULMOHAR HEIGHTS — OFFICIAL

He smiled.

“Perfect.”

Another notification appeared.

Unknown Number:

“I know what is inside the box.”

Everyone stopped.

Mr. Iyer looked around.

“Who sent that?”

Nobody answered.

Rohan slowly looked at the Vermas.

The Vermas looked at each other.

And Mrs. Fernandes whispered:

“I knew this family was interesting.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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