Brinda's mother glanced between her daughter and Adhiraj's mother, both sharing a look of compassion for Brinda. They recognized that her loss today was greater than anyone else's presence here could measure.
Two women from the neighborhood arrived, wiping away her vermilion and removing her mangalsutra, yet Brinda remained seated as if frozen. Her mother's eyes brimmed with tears upon witnessing her daughter in such despair.
There are many days when I get so lost in these worlds that I choose to spend my time writing instead of focusing on my studies. It is a big risk to put my stories before my studies, and in a way, I am betting a piece of my future on these pages. However, the joy of sharing these chapters with you makes that risk feel worth it. Your support helps me stay independent and proves that all the hard work I put into my writing is truly valued. Thank you for helping me turn my passion into something real.
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