Meera's POV
I couldn't believe what was happening. My name is Meera, a 45-year-old widow living in our modest two-bedroom house. My daughter Priya had brought her boyfriend, Raj, home for the weekend, and from the moment he walked in, his confident stride and those piercing eyes had me flustered.
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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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