Whispers of Fate

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾

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Third Person's POV

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Anisha stormed off from Atharva, her long strides echoing on the ground as she angrily muttered to herself. "Prettier than the sun, moon, and stars?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm and bitterness as she kicked a stray pebble with force. "What's next? Does the rainbow magically appear when she wakes up or do the birds start to sing when they see her?"

But, despite her annoyance, Anisha couldn't help but wonder. "But it's Mr. Raichand we're talking about. He doesn't just say things to impress his lover like some roadside Romeo. No, for someone like him, it must be serious." She paused before asking herself, "Is she really that beautiful?"

The image of a stunning woman floated through her mind, causing a pang of some unknown feelings to surge through her body.

"Anyways, it's none of my concern," She shrugged her shoulders, let out a long sigh, and forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Anisha stepped forward, her feet sinking slightly into the soft soil beneath her. Ahead, she spotted a group of women from an NGO, their hands moving with skill and precision as they crafted and painted ceramic items. Some worked diligently on shaping mugs, plates, bowls, vases, and candle holders from clay, while others delicately added intricate designs onto the dried creations with fine brushes. Anisha was mesmerised by the sight and approached them with curiosity.

In the corner stood Mrs. Mehta, a kind smile on her face as she oversaw the women's work. She noticed Anisha and walked towards her, her footsteps light on the ground. "Mrs. Mehta," Anisha greeted her respectfully.

The older woman beamed with pride as she spoke, her voice laced with passion for the project at hand. "These women are incredibly talented. With Mr. Raichand's help, we have initiated various projects to harness their skills. Each ceramic product is meticulously handcrafted by these women, from mugs and plates to vases and candle holders. They then paint each piece with delicate designs before we sell them on our website. Not only does this make these women independent and self-sufficient, but it also brings them immense confidence and joy. This work empowers them, giving them a sense of purpose and pride in their work."

Anisha's face lit up in admiration for such a noble cause. "That's wonderful."

Mrs. Mehta nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is."

She then turned to Anisha with a warm smile and asked, "Would you like to try your hand at making or painting something?"

Anisha's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected offer. "Me?"

Mrs. Mehta nodded encouragingly. "It'll be fun."

Seeing the excitement in Anisha's eyes, Mrs. Mehta inquired, "So, would you like to try painting or carving?"

Anisha paused for a moment before responding, "I think I'd like to try making something."

"Excellent choice," Mrs. Mehta replied with enthusiasm. She guided Anisha towards the women who welcomed her with warm smiles. "Everyone, this is Mrs. Raichand," Mrs. Mehta announced proudly.

The women turned towards Anisha, their faces lighting up with welcoming expressions. "Hello, Mrs. Raichand," she heard a few voices.