Jhannzley
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At seventeen, Mayank Markande was married off to a family that needed an extra pair of hands more than a son.
Now eighteen, he wakes before sunrise, works till midnight, and silently carries an entire village household on his back , cooking, cleaning, washing, serving... existing only when someone needs something done.
In that house, nobody asks if he's tired.
Nobody notices his swollen hands.
Nobody thanks him.
Because to them
"Bas ghar pe hi toh ho."
And whenever the exhaustion slips through his silence, the same words cut even deeper:
"Tum Karte Hi Kya Ho?"
But how long can someone keep giving everything before they finally break?