The Prostitute's Daughter

Dwell into my first ever non-fictional book and read the shortest yet fateful relation of Raghav and Sia.

"Enough is enough! Can't you see she's trying to study?" Raghav's voice cut through the laughter, demanding an end to the juvenile antics. The classmates, now facing a stern Raghav, dispersed, leaving a shaken but grateful Sia in their wake.
As days unfolded, Raghav continued to be a silent guardian, intervening whenever Sia found herself ensnared in the machinations of her classmates. Despite the unspoken tension between them, his protective instincts remained unyielding.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the college grounds, Raghav approached Sia. "Let me drop you home," he offered, extending a genuine gesture of friendship. Sia caught between the warmth of his offer and the judgmental eyes of society, hesitated.
Politely refusing, she explained, "It's not about you, Raghav. Society will judge me if they see a man dropping me home." The words, though wrapped in politeness, carried the weight of unspoken truths. Sia, with a heart burdened by societal expectations, chose to shield Raghav from the complexities of her reality.