02

Ch. 2

The morning sun was warm against Sitara's skin as she sat next to her father in the auto-rickshaw, her heart beating rapidly with both excitement and anxiety.

She wore a delicate yellow chikankari kurti paired with white palazzo pants, her long hair neatly tied into a loose braid. Her eyes, framed with dark kohl, gave her an air of quiet confidence, while her pink lips, enhanced with a simple balm, added a soft glow to her nervous smile.

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