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CHENNAI
ANAMIKA'S POV;
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The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a soft, golden light across the gym floor as I wrapped my hands, preparing for my morning boxing session. The familiar scent of sweat and leather filled the air, mixing with the refreshing chill of the early morning.
As I threw punch after punch at the heavy bag, I let the rhythm consume me. Each jab and cross was a release-an escape from the weight of the upcoming meeting with Raksh, and more significantly, the pressure from my family.
trying to drown out the thoughts swirling in my head. I had always enjoyed boxing; it allowed me to channel my energy into something productive, and it made me feel strong, both physically and mentally.
After my session, I headed home, the familiar sounds of my family's banter welcoming me as I stepped through the door.
"Breakfast is ready! Freshen up and wake up Om; it's getting late!" Mom called from the kitchen.
I hummed in acknowledgment, making my way to Om's room and nudging him awake. After a quick shower, I returned to the hall to find Papa laughing heartily, likely at Anvika's teasing, while Om sulked in his chair, his pout making Mom smirk.
Noticing me, Mom signaled me to join so I sat down, But just as I took a bite , Papa's voice sliced through the light-hearted atmosphere.
"Anamika, don't show your manly nature. Try to walk more womanly, please. We wouldn't want you to tarnish my name," he said, his tone dripping with disdain.
The morsel slipped from my hand. I set it down, Trying to maintain my composure, I said, "The way I carry myself doesn't define my worth, Papa. And what's even wrong with me showing femininity? It would just make us more powerful."
His expression hardened as he leaned forward. "But you're not representing just yourself; you're representing our family. You have to act accordingly."
"I know that. But I don't think I'll ever fit into your checklist." My voice was firm, but respectful. "I'm meeting Raksh , and I'll do it on my own terms. No matter how I behave, it won't tarnish the family name."
