Arya
The sun was just beginning to set when I reached home, my kurti damp with sweat and my backpack weighing heavier than usual—maybe not in kilos, but in the kind of exhaustion that clings to your soul.

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Arya
The sun was just beginning to set when I reached home, my kurti damp with sweat and my backpack weighing heavier than usual—maybe not in kilos, but in the kind of exhaustion that clings to your soul.
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