
I stood before the mirror, draped in a black saree that clung to every curve like it was designed to sin. My wrists glittered with chooda, the bangles chiming softly as I admired myself. God, I looked devastating.


I stood before the mirror, draped in a black saree that clung to every curve like it was designed to sin. My wrists glittered with chooda, the bangles chiming softly as I admired myself. God, I looked devastating.

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