The last few days were both emotionally and mentally draining. But those moments make me want to curl up in a corner of my home, grab my laptop, and jump back into the tiny world I created.
Between everything, I finally finished two scenes. A few more to draft, and then I’ll be ready to publish the chapter.
Would you call me a weirdo for weeping in the shower while thinking about Avni and Vir’s post-marriage scenes? I feel like, between all the chaos, drama, and revelations, I barely gave them any domestic moments. And now that I’m finally writing them, I realise how far they’ve come.
Avni—from a woman who swore off love to someone who found it, completely, in a man.
But if I’m weeping, then so are you.
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Viransh was beginning to learn that marriage wasn’t a calm stroll on the seashore. It was messy, like treading barefoot on a muddy road during a monsoon. The mud sucked at your steps. The ground felt unstable. Your feet faltered. Your pace was slower and cautious. Sometimes, you slipped while pushing your feet forward. And yet, you were not alone when you did. Someone was there beside you—to catch you, to steady you. Or to fall with you. (Tere Naal song for teaser)
Laughing through the fall, dirty and bruised together, but less afraid.
