The soft clang of temple bells echoed through the still morning air, mingling with the faint fragrance of incense. Rivan sat in the mandap, the sacred fire crackling softly before him, its warmth brushing against the edge of his sherwani. His fingers played with the edge of the stole draped across his shoulder, betraying the unease he tried to hide.
On the far side of the temple courtyard, Sifat's steps faltered. Her dupatta clung to her palms damp with nervous sweat as she followed her brother and jiya toward the sanctum. She didn't know the man waiting for her; she didn't know the life awaiting her beyond these marble steps.
An ovethinking mind, unable to do what society wishes her to. I'm an multitalented girl, Learned everyhting expected from a typical Indian girl. Understood that we can't force our mind to do something which we are not interested so, now studying. Wasn't able to find peace of mind. Then it hit me. My love for reading. I'm a long time reader on scrolstck and wattpad and now finally decided to turn why 24/7 running mind into some good use and create something interesting and seriously I'm really calm from the day I've started writing. Just expect support and love from you guys and start my journey.🌷🌷
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