The air in the room hung thick and heavy, a silent, unseen weight pressing down on Samrat. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting between his father, mother, and grandmother.
He could feel the unspoken words swirling around them, a familiar dread coiling in his stomach. He knew, deep down, what they wanted to discuss, what they needed to discuss. Yet, a desperate part of him wished they would simply ignore it, let it fade into the background, bury it so deep it could never resurface.
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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