Author's pov
Lavanya dragged her exhausted body after another endless day of chores. Shehad been working since morning - cleaning thr house, cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner, washing clothes, packings kids lunch, while her husband rested on the couch, scrolling his phone, not helping, actually not even offering to help.
10 years before, she used to be someone who was desired wherever she had walked, let alone live. Now At 35, with her curvaceous figure hidden under a loose blouse and disheveled saree, she couldn't look at the women she had become.
Lavanya's pov
"I can't keep doing this alone.shall i take divorce", I vented to my best friend Anjali over the phone that evening. Anjali was also a homemaker just like me, with similar situation but i had never seeen her sad.
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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