Riya, a bright-eyed schoolgirl with braided hair and a curious smile, skips cheerfully along the footpath, her school bag bouncing with each step. She stops at a street vendor, her eyes wide with temptation at the sight of sizzling street food.

Unable to resist, Riya buys a hot, crispy samosa, not noticing a small worm wriggling inside. "This looks delicious!" she exclaims, taking a big bite and savoring the spicy flavor.

Riya frowns, placing a hand on her belly as it grumbles louder, the discomfort growing. "What’s going on in there?" she wonders aloud, reaching for her phone to record the strange symphony emanating from her insides.

"Listen to this!" she urges, her friends leaning in closer. Priya, a studious girl with glasses, gasps, "That sounds like a symphony of worms!"

"I just want some peace," she murmurs, pulling the blanket over her head in a futile attempt to muffle the noise.

Riya sits in the doctor’s office, the sterile smell of antiseptic in the air. Dr. Mehta, a kindly woman with a gentle smile, reassures her, "We’ll get this sorted out, don’t you worry."