The bridal veil felt heavier than it should have. Not just in weight-but in meaning.
Anvika sat still before the mirror, draped in crimson and gold, the silence of the bridal suite thick around her. The sound of shuffling footsteps, hushed giggles, and distant shenai music filtered in from the courtyard, but inside her heart, it was eerily quiet-just the echo of memories that refused to be silenced.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to open up a little with you all. I come from a very middle-class family, and this year I’m starting college. It’s a big step for me, and while I’m really excited, I also want to do my part and ease the load on my family—especially when it comes to expenses. That’s one of the reasons I’ve been working hard on my stories and content. If you’ve been enjoying them, even a little support—whether it’s reading, voting, buying, sharing, or following—means so much to me. Thank you for standing by me. This journey wouldn’t be the same without you.
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