𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞)
Step into the life of Jhanvi Rathore, a bright and ambitious Indian teenager who excels academically. Despite her impressive achievements, Jhanv...
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I sat in the modest living room, sipping the chai that Dhriti had nervously offered. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the weight of every second ticking by. Jhanvi had stormed off to her room, leaving me and her mother in a silent, uneasy standoff.
The next moment, she came back into the room with a determined look in her eyes. "Kar liya maine decide," she said in an angry tone.
I put down my tea and looked at her, confusion evident on my face. "Bambina, I got none of that other than the word 'decide.'"
"I said I have decided," she repeated, maintaining the same tone.
"So what is it?" I asked impatiently, sensing the shift in her demeanor. I could also feel her mother's eyes on us, a mix of apprehension and hope.
"I'm going with you," Jhanvi said firmly, her eyes locked onto her mother's, though she was addressing me.
"If you want to go, I can't stop you, but I am totally against it," her mother spoke, her voice heavy with resignation and concern.
I watched the interaction closely. Dhriti's eyes were filled with a mix of sadness and love, her resolve crumbling as she faced the possibility of letting her daughter go. I could see the struggle in Jhanvi's eyes as well, torn between the life she knew and the unknown future awaiting her.
"You're making the right choice, Jhanvi," I said softly, trying to reassure her. "I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll be there for you. You have a family that's been waiting for you."
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I storm right back out of my room and see Lorenzo still there, calmly sipping chai. His nonchalance only fuels my frustration. "Kar liya maine decide," I say in an angry tone, trying to keep my voice steady. (I have decided.)
"Bambina, I got none of that other than the word 'decide,'" Lorenzo puts down his tea and looks at me, slightly confused.
"I said I have decided," I repeat, maintaining the same tone.
"So what is it?" He asks, impatience creeping into his voice, and I can feel my mom's eyes boring into me.
"I'm going with you," I say firmly, my eyes not leaving my mother's, even though I'm speaking to Lorenzo.
