It was a chilly morning in Lonavala. The atmosphere was blanketed with fog, and although the sun had risen, it remained hidden behind the dense clouds. The clock struck 7 a.m., and the room was filled with the peaceful silence of slumber. All four girls lay cozily on their bunk beds, wrapped in warm blankets.

Suddenly, Anushka's alarm blared, shattering the tranquility of the room. She stirred awake, yawning and stretching her arms before sitting up groggily. As was her habit, she clasped her hands together to recite a quick morning prayer, her lips moving softly while the alarm continued to buzz.