The sound of spoons and plates cluttering is only audible in the otherwise quite room. Sifat is rolling the spoon in one hand and clutching her dupatta with other. Her plate still half filled with food but she has no more capacity left. She was forcefully trying to eat because she had never left the food in plate. Rivan was observing her actions. He was not sure is she do not like the food or she don't want to eat more.
They asked him to serve her and he filled it with the quantity he thought a normal person eat. She was not looking up from her plate. Elders were focused on their food. Rivan was going to fill his plate again, as he reached out his hand...
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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