She sat on the balcony floor, the cold tiles pressing against her skin, but it wasn't the chill that made her shiver. It was helplessness.
Her mind spun, aching with the burden of truth she carried. Her fingers clutched the end of her saree tightly, as if the fabric could anchor her thoughts, steady her pulse, tell her what to do next.
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