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Full Blurb in Chapter- "Aesthetics & Blurb"
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Pratishtha:
"I love you, but how do I show you the scars from a past I've tried so hard to forget?"
Pratishtha i...
💗Zindagi ek safar hai, raaste anjaane, Har kona chhupa hai kahaniyan bhari, Jaise taare chamakte hain andheron mein, Zindagi mein bhi ujale milte hain yaaron mein. 💗
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It was a quiet morning in the Birla house.
The kind of morning where even the air seemed to move slowly, thick with the lazy hum of ceiling fans and the smell of filter coffee drifting in from the kitchen.
Anjana sat cross-legged on the sofa, her reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she scrolled through her phone, occasionally mumbling responses to the news articles she was half-interested in. Across from her, Harshvardhan was going through a bunch of printouts, marking some figures with a pen, his reading glasses pushed up into his hair in typical distracted fashion.
Neither of them noticed the approaching footsteps. Not until the maid appeared at the arch of the living hall, wiping her hands on the edge of her apron.
"Ma'am," she said politely, "someone's here to meet you."
Anjana glanced up with a frown. "Someone? Who?"
The maid didn't answer immediately. Instead, she simply turned slightly and gestured toward the front door with her arm.
"Just said she's family. Came with a suitcase."
Harshvardhan raised an eyebrow, already exchanging a confused look with his wife.
"A suitcase?" he repeated.
Before they could ask anything more, the front door creaked open.
Click.
The soft, rhythmic knock of heels followed-firm, familiar, confident.
And then, there she was.
Diksha Birla stepped inside the house with a travel tote slung across one shoulder and a mid-sized suitcase rolling behind her. A pair of black shades shielded her eyes, her hair loosely tied up in a bun, strands framing her face from the morning breeze outside.
She paused at the threshold, looked around the hall she'd grown up in, then gave the maid a polite nod. "Can you please take this to my room?"
The maid nodded instantly, taking the handle from her hand. "Yes, ma'am."
And just like that, as the maid disappeared with the suitcase, the three of them were left in silence.
It took Anjana a second.
Then another.
And suddenly, her phone slid from her lap onto the sofa as she shot to her feet.
