Narration:
The clock struck midnight. While the rest of Indore slept, Liyan sat frozen on his bed, staring at the fluffy, glowing-eyed dog with gadgets in its paws.
Liyan: (whispering) So… let me get this straight. You're a talking dog from the future?
Dog: (nodding) Affirmative. AI Support Unit 5678. Sent to ensure you survive Class 12.
Liyan: (muttering) Great. First ghosts in cupboards, now robo-dogs with attitude. What's next, a paratha that does my homework?
Dog: That model is still in beta.
Liyan: (blinking) You're joking, right?
Dog: (tilts head) I never joke. Except… when I do.
Narration:
The dog lifted a paw. Panels slid open, revealing glowing modules.
Dog: Time for demonstration. Gadget one: SkySneakers.
[He pulls out two shiny sneakers that hum softly.]
Liyan: (frowning) They look like shoes from a discount shop.
Dog: Incorrect. These allow temporary flight.
Liyan: (perks up) Flight?! Like… actual flying?
Dog: Yes. With a safety mode.
(beat) You cannot cross more than 30 feet.
Liyan: (disappointed) Wow. So basically… Indore ka Superman with height phobia.
Dog: Correct. Shall we test?
Liyan: (hesitant) Uh… what if I fall?
Dog: Then you fail physics and gravity at once.
[Cut: Liyan wobbling in the air at ceiling height, clutching a ceiling fan.]
Liyan: (screaming) STOP! I'm not a ceiling decoration!
Dog: (calmly) Relax. SkySneakers always land safely.
(beat) Unless user panics.
Liyan: (panicking louder) I'M PANICKINGGG!
[The sneakers beep and slowly lower him onto the bed. Liyan collapses like a potato sack.]
Liyan: (panting) I nearly died!
Dog: Correction: You nearly improved your stamina.
Liyan: (glaring) Do you have anything less… murdery?
Dog: Yes. Gadget two: CheatSheet Shades.
[He holds up a pair of sunglasses.]
Liyan: (puts them on) Okay… now what?
Dog: Look at any book. The answers highlight themselves.
[Liyan grabs his chemistry book, pages glowing with answers.]
Liyan: (jaw drops) Bro… I'm gonna pass! I'll be a topper!
Dog: Negative. Limit: Five answers per day. Overuse leads to brain freeze.
Liyan: (groans) Of course. Why not. Even gadgets don't trust me.
Narration:
After a few more gadgets (including a popcorn-making paw that still burned the popcorn), Liyan finally sat down, staring at the dog.
Liyan: (softly) You know… you remind me of someone. Doraemon.
Dog: Unfamiliar. Define.
Liyan: A robot cat from the future. Helped a boy survive school. My childhood hero.
Dog: (thoughtful) Then you may call me Doramon.
Liyan: (grins faintly) Doramon… Perfect. Just promise you won't suddenly pull out a giant rat.
Doramon: Only if required.
Liyan: (facepalms) I'm doomed.
Narration (closing line):
And so, Liyan's bizarre partnership with Doramon began — a friendship born from gadgets, sarcasm, and the desperate hope to survive Class 12th .