By the time Avyukta finally dragged herself home, the sky had already dipped into that deep blue shade that looks like someone pressed a bruise into the horizon. The last bit of sunlight was squeezing through the windows, doing its best impression of comfort, painting everything gold, pretending, for a second, that life inside could feel as gentle as it looked. But let’s be real, it was all just smoke and mirrors. The minute she stepped through the door, that softness vanished. Reality? Back in full force, heavy as a winter blanket you can’t kick off.
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