Mayankโs POV
Somewhere between the taste of her chai and the sound of her laughter in the courtyard, time slipped by unnoticed. Months had passed. The anger, the guilt, the hurt โ they hadn't vanished, but they had softened, like ghee melting slowly over warm rotis. Our house didnโt just echo with chores anymore; it carried the quiet rhythm of something close to joy.
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๐ธ๐งกI feed stray animals, and a good portion of what I earn goes toward their care. If youโd like to support this cause, you can contribute with a donationโit would mean a lot to them and me!๐ค๐ถ
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