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✨CHAPTER 5✨

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"Don't explain who you think I am to me.
Let me explain who I am to you................"

Shubhita sank into the plush armchair in her new living room, feeling the day's events weigh heavily on her shoulders. It wasn't just the exhaustion from the endless rituals and formalities that wore her down—it was the relentless pressure of meeting her in-laws' expectations.

Every glance, every word seemed to carry an unspoken judgment.

As a new bride, she understood the stakes. In this household, her every action was a reflection of her parents' upbringing. A single misstep could cast a shadow on the family's honor. She had prepared herself mentally for this scrutiny, but the reality was more daunting than she had imagined.

Shubhita was not one to indulge in fairy tale fantasies. She was pragmatic, grounded. She knew life wasn't a bed of roses, especially for a woman stepping into a traditional household.

Her mother had often reminded her, "In a new home, you must be like water—adaptable, but strong enough to carve your own path."

The day had started with a cacophony of sounds—the clang of utensils, the murmur of relatives, the insistent ringing of the temple bell. She had awoken before dawn, meticulously draping her saree, ensuring every pleat was perfect. Her mother-in-law's sharp eyes missed nothing, and Shubhita knew that any slip would be noted, perhaps even whispered about in the family's inner circles.

Breakfast was a test in itself. The kitchen felt like a battlefield, with her mother-in-law's instructions coming rapid-fire. "The parathas should be thin and crisp, not too oily," she had said, her tone leaving no room for error. Shubhita had nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she rolled out the dough. She knew her performance here would be the topic of conversation over the day's tea.

Despite her careful preparations, there were moments of near-failure. The tea had almost boiled over, and she had to quickly adjust the flame to avoid disaster. Her heart raced each time someone tasted her food, waiting for a verdict. Approval was often silent, but disapproval echoed loudly.

The evening brought a new set of challenges. She navigated conversations with relatives she had never met, each interaction a delicate balance of respect and assertiveness. She felt like she was constantly walking a tightrope, trying to find her footing in this new world.