DUAA"Dua, wake up!" My aunt's voice pierced through the house like a blaring fire alarm."Why on earth can't they let me sleep in peace?" I groaned, dragging a pillow over my head in frustration."Dua! You're late! Don't you have interviews today?!" she shouted again.Wait—interviews?"W-wait, what?! Oh my God, YES—I do!" I shot up like a spring, eyes wide, heart thudding. "Shit, shit, shit! I'm late!"I practically sprinted into the bathroom, threw on a black kurta and matching flappers, paired them with silver jhumkas, my rings, and black khussas. A dash of mascara, a bit of blush, highlighter, and lip gloss, and I was done. I left my hair open, cascading down my back—messy but presentable."Aunt! I swear I'll have breakfast on the way," I yelled, grabbing a piece of dry bread and dashing out the door."What should I do with this girl..." I heard her mutter behind me as I disappeared down the stairs.I picked up a coffee on the way, still half asleep, nerves boiling in my gut. This
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