Cursed To Love You
A voice from the next stall replied, “No. It’s Priya.”
Maya sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God. Priya, get out unless you want to be legally bound to this drama.”
The toilet flushed. Priya stepped out, completely unbothered. “I was trying to take a peaceful dump,”
She said, adjusting her hoodie, “but now I have trauma flashbacks from the phrase ‘uterus karate-chop’.”
She washed her hands, side-eyed us both, and left like a woman who had seen too much.
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