The alarm buzzes at 7 AM. For a single, fleeting moment, the exhaustion from yesterday feels like a physical weight holding me down. My body aches from the 50km I pedaled on my bike. My mind is a blur from packing orders until 2:30 AM. The urge to hit snooze is overwhelming. But I don’t. I can’t. Because in the next 19 hours, I have to work my 8-hour office job, manage my salon, and build my dream, one knot at a time. My name is Aniket, and this is the raw, unfiltered story of what it really takes to…