Morning arrived too quickly.
The house that had once felt silent now buzzed with hurried voices and restless footsteps. Women from the village moved in and out of the courtyard, whispering, arranging, preparing. Bright fabrics hung across the walls, and the smell of turmeric and incense filled the air.
Hey guys, Author Lax here. Writing has always been my hobby .For years, my stories lived quietly within the pages of my personal diary, known only to me š But now, Iāve finally decided to share those stories with all of you. So, if my words ever make you smile, or you love my story charactersā¦ then please shower this journey with your love and support. Every read, every comment, and every bit of encouragement will help me keep writing the stories my heart wants to tell. š¤
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