The next day dawned as a holiday. I sat on my bed, holding my phone, waiting for Khushi as she might be coming anytime soon with her foster family.
Yes, Aakash and Payal's engagement was official now, and today was about locking in dates—ceremony, reception, the whole extravagant affair. My sister had insisted on hosting Khushi's family, for lunch and discussions. I couldn't deny the thrill of it, knowing she'd be here, under the same roof, her presence a secret fire in my veins.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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