Author's POV :-
Anwesha was working on some embroidery on some clothes while sitting at the hut's entrance in the evening. She was completely absorbed in her work and was not aware that some women were remarking on her appearance and features.
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๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ฏ๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ง. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.
"๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ช๐จ. ๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ? " She says before turning around to leave. But he held her from her waist and said "๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐'๐ก๐ก ๐ก๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐'๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ก๐๐ก ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐".
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