Chapter 1: The Weight of Silk and Secrets

Fri, 20 Jun 2025 09:43:04 +0000

Ugh. My silk kurta was sticking to my back again. The Delhi heat was relentless, even in the relative cool of our house. It was supposed to be a soft, luxurious comfort, a gift from Papa, but right now it just felt like another layer of the gilded cage I sometimes forgot I was living in. Twenty years old, and my biggest decisions of the day usually revolved around which flavor of lassi to have and whether to water the potted marigolds on the balcony before or after breakfast. Pathetic, right?