Bamboo_shoot
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There were two cups on the kitchen counter. One had lukewarm hot chocolate in a floral mug chipped at the rim. The other, half full with red wine, sat in a wide glass catching the last rays of the sun through the lace curtains. One cup belonged to discipline. The other to chaos.
And yet, they belonged in the same house.
It was never a loud decision. There were no dramatic fights, no slammed doors, no final tears spilled on family dining tables. Kayra Bose packed her books, Mayur Singhala grabbed her camera, and the road between Delhi and Shimla slowly began to write their story.
One letter at a time.
For every girl who searched for an escape and never quite found it...
For comfort. For warm hugs. For the ones who stayed strong.
- A gentle warning -
This story is wrapped in sisterhood and overflowing with girl power.
Expect moments of softness, courage, heartbreak, and healing.
The characters and plot belong entirely to me and are born of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
Some places mentioned in this story are real, others are entirely fictional or creatively interpreted. They exist here only to serve the soul of the story.
The cover image is from Pinterest and belongs to its rightful creator.
Please do not copy, reproduce, or use any part of this work without permission-plagiarism of any kind will not be entertained.
This is a feel-good story.
A soft rebellion.
A quiet anthem for the girls who dream of more than what's expected of them.
What if life was kinder?
What if we lived without regrets?
What if we had the courage to walk away-from the noise, the pressure, the roles we never asked for?
This is for every girl who doesn't always fight with fury-but walks away in silence, with grace.
(Not just me. Not just you. But all of us.)
So come in.
Grab a warm blanket. Pour that hot chocolate. A glass of wine.
You're safe here.
With love,
Bamboo_shoot