Aadhya’s POV By the time I reached home, the day still hadn’t left me. Not my body. My mind. Something about the last few hours felt unsettled, like a conversation had started somewhere and never truly ended. “Maa, I’m home,” I called out, placing my bag near the sofa. She appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her dupatta, her eyes scanning my face the way only a mother’s eyes could. “You look tired,” she said immediately. “Did you eat?” “I’m fine,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Just office work.” That was when I noticed the extra footwear near the door. My aunt’s and my cousin’s. I looked up again. “Maa?” I asked slowly. “Why is everyone here?” She hesitated for a second before answering. “Come, sit. We need to talk.” That sentence alone made my stomach tighten. I sat down at the dining table, already sensing where this was heading My aunt smiled first. “Aadhya, a very good proposal came today. The boy works in Bangalore, software engineer, well
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