Time, which had crawled the day before, now seemed to sprint. The next morning arrived with an unsettling swiftness. Rooh stood before the mirror, dressed in a beautiful Chikankari kurta set—a delicate, off-white fabric embroidered with intricate white threadwork. The fit was intentionally a bit loose, comfortable yet elegant.
Her eyes were subtly defined with kohl, making them appear larger and more luminous. Silver jhumkas dangled from her ears, catching the light with her every movement. She had left her long hair open, a dark cascade against the pale fabric, and applied a faint, rosy lipstick. She looked beautiful, but the beauty was armour, a deliberate presentation for a meeting she dreaded.
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