It was a cold winter night. There was a knock at the door, and without even bothering to enquire through the peephole, I opened the door. My good friend Tina was at the door; she was looking worse as if she had cried for hours. She was in her early thirties, always looking radiant in …
She brewed the most aromatic ginger milk tea. “Today let me live life to its fullest,” she thought. After days of worrying and fretting over what the result would be, she finally closed that chapter the previous day. Aisha was twenty-three when she got married to Aarav. “A match made in heaven,” whoever looked …
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