The swing, adorned with vibrant marigolds and jasmine, swayed gently as Brinda sat upon it. The house, though simply decorated, held a warm, intimate feel. This was her Godh Bharai, a ceremony exclusively for women, celebrating her impending motherhood.
As the women arrived, their laughter and chatter filling the air. She held the pallu of her saree, preparing for the gifts that were to be bestowed upon her and her unborn child.
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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