This is story about a girl whose name is Tara mehra , she is so beautiful and hardworking she always think about her family which is her MAMA's family , they torture her so much , she is a broken girl , her life is caged because of them , she is not...
I wake up at the same time as always, because it has become my habit to rise early, since in that house they treat me like a servant, so it's nothing new to me.
I approached the bag because it belonged to Arya, as she was the one getting married. From her bag, I took a long-sleeve blouse to cover the marks on my arms. It wasn't because of him; it was given to me by my aunt(mami) and uncle.
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.It was beautiful and new. After that, I tied my long hair into a loose braid, put on a bindi, filled my hair part with vermilion, and wore my wedding bangles that matched perfectly.
I left from there; I was quite early, so it was dark outside. I think it was around 6:00 or 6:30. I was walking, looking around to find the kitchen, just when I spotted a small temple. I made my way towards the temple.
I lit the diya, joined my hands, and prayed for everyone's well-being, then left from there, once again searching for the kitchen, I thought. " ye pakka ghar hai hai na , matlab itne kamre " just then I saw a maid ,
" Good morning aunty , ye kitchen kha hai " She was sweet and calm, giving directions. I went with my eyes wide open because it was very big; it was bigger than my room.
Putting my thoughts aside, I first began searching here and there for the ingredients to cook.
After searching the entire kitchen and figuring out where everything was, I started cooking. First, I made breakfast, then lunch.
For breakfast, there were aloo paratha, poha, upma, sandwiches, pastries, rasmalai, dal paratha, salad, raita, and gajar halwa.
For lunch, there was tadka dal, cumin rice, baingan bharta, rajma, and naan.
After finishing my work, I heard some noise from outside.
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Tara was in the kitchen, and since it was 8:00 AM, everyone started gathering at the dining table. They all took their seats when Kabir said... " Aaj khane ke kushboo yaha tak , aa rahi hai , JALDI la oo khana , bhuk lagi hai "
("Today the aroma of food is coming till here, bring the food quickly, I am hungry")
"Tu too hai hii bukhad , kitna khata , ek mota din ho jayega koi ladki tujhe bhav bhi nahi denge " said citra
("You are so greedy for food , how much will you eat, one day you will become so fat that no girl will even look at you.").
" Arey tu mujhe nahi janti ladkiyan mujh par mati hai , apne time par mein college ka Hero hua karta tha "said Kabir while stretching his neck .
("Hey, you don't know me. Girls used to be crazy about me; I was the hero of the college in my time.")
" Arey to usme kya mein bhi apne time pe kise hero se kam todhe na tha , isliye to tumhari dadi bhi mujhe pe Fida thi " said umashankar in confidence while putting his hand over Abha's shoulder .
