SURYA (25)
The practice whistle blew, and I shouted the final instructions, but my attention had already drifted to the bleachers. I hadn’t expected to see her here, a place so far removed from her usual world of formal events and traditional clothes. The mask of quiet defiance I was used to was gone. Here, in the dusty stands of a hockey field, she looked different. She looked… real.
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