The house felt different at midnight. Rivan closed the door behind him with quiet precision, the soft click echoing longer than it should have in the silence. The air inside was faintly cool, carrying the subtle scent of lavender she always used before sleeping. It grounded him in a way nothing else could.
He walked down the corridor slowly, his footsteps absorbed by the carpet. Every movement felt deliberate, as though rushing would disturb something fragile waiting at the end of it. When he reached their bedroom door, he paused.
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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