MOM SLAYERS – PART 1: THE CHAPPAL AWAKENS

MOM SLAYERS – PART 1: THE CHAPPAL AWAKENS

Location: A small Indian town, evening.

The ceiling fan squeaks. A pressure cooker whistles.

The air smells of sambar… and fear.

Sixteen-year-old Ayaan sits on the sofa, eyes glued to his phone.

Behind him…

SILENCE.

Too much silence.

A shadow rises.

MOM.

Her eyes glow. Her hair is tied tight.

One hand grips the ultimate weapon—

🩴 THE CHAPPAL.

Mom (calm but deadly):

“Ayaan… put the phone down, or should I pick up the slipper?”

Too late.

The ground cracks.

This is no ordinary mother.

She is an Indian Mom Demon — awakened by disrespect, low marks, and unpaid electricity bills.

THE LEGEND

In India, when a mother’s patience breaks, she doesn’t scream.

She ascends.

Thus were born the feared warriors known as Mom Slayers — protectors who fight not to kill… but to discipline.

Their weapon?

🩴 Chappal

Their technique?

🔥 CHAPPAL BREATHING

CHAPPAL BREATHING — FIRST FORM

“CHAPPAL BREATHING: FIRST FORM —

FLYING SLIPPER OF SANSKAR”

The mom’s wrist flicks.

The slipper cuts through the air like a missile.

WHOOOSH—

Ayaan dodges by pure instinct.

Mom (voice echoing):

“I told you, didn’t I? Using your phone will ruin your eyes!”

The slipper curves back into her hand.

Boomerang style.

Perfect accuracy.

No mercy.

ENTER THE MOM SLAYER

A loud THAK! as another slipper blocks the attack mid-air.

A tall figure steps forward.

White kurta. Calm eyes.

Battle-worn slippers tied to his waist.

Raghav, Rank-1 Mom Slayer.

Raghav (respectfully):

“Ma’am… please calm down.

He’s just a child. Mistakes happen.”

The mom’s eyes burn brighter.

Mom (furious):

“Don’t you dare interfere!

I carried him in my womb for nine months!”

Power surges.

The pressure cooker explodes in the background.

CHAPPAL CLASH

CHAPPAL BREATHING: SECOND FORM —

DOUBLE HAND DISCIPLINE

Two slippers. Rapid strikes.

Walls shake.

Neighbours slam their doors shut.

Raghav counters—

“CHAPPAL BREATHING: DEFENSIVE FORM —

RESPECTFUL BLOCK”

Sparks fly.

This is not a fight.

This is Indian parenting at war level.

ENDING SCENE

Raghav slowly turns toward Ayaan.

Raghav (serious):

“Son… how much did you score in your exams?”

Ayaan gulps.

“Thirty-five…”

The mom tightens her grip on the slipper.

Dead silence.

Raghav exhales deeply.

Raghav:

“Even God can’t save you today.”

The slipper rises.

TO BE CONTINUED…