
Rashika
The cacophony of unpacking momentarily dissolving into a jumble of colorful fabrics and glittering ornaments. Silk snagged on my fingernails as I wrestled a box overflowing with sarees. The room reeked of wealth, a suffocating perfume clinging to the air alongside the cloying scent of new clothes. Everywhere I looked, more gifts from the Malhotras – a garish gold necklace that seemed to mock me with its ostentation, bangles that glittered like misplaced disco balls.




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