It was the next day of my engagement day. Last night, After Arjun fixed my legs, I limped in whole party, walking slowly and everyone praised me saying I learn things quickly.
The haldi ceremony was supposed to be a joyous blur of yellow turmeric paste and laughter, but for me, Rekha, it turned into another storm of self-doubt.
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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