SANYUKTA (23)
The morning light pooled gently on the marble floor of Surya’s room, like the temple bells had spilt their gold in silence. I stood before the mirror, draping the maroon saree around my waist, the border falling like a river over my shoulder. My eyes moved to a small velvet box resting at the edge of the dressing table, something she didn’t remember unpacking.


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