UNSPOKEN CONFESSIONS

Sun, 14 Dec 2025 09:16:49 +0000

Ananya was in her room, kneeling in front of her wardrobe, carefully arranging her clothes. The soft folds of her sarees and kurtis were being straightened one by one, her fingers lingering over the fabric as if she were memorizing each piece. The morning sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, highlighting the soft lines of her face and the gentle curve of her shoulders.