Damn nervous to upload this chapter. It's first time I ever wrote something like this. I mean imagining it is easier than actually writing it.🥹😭
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![Sridha [His Panditayin]](https://sk0.blr1.cdn.digitaloceanspaces.com/sites/1026910/posts/2008026/file00000000716871fa897ca12046116880-qonhnfezro1782706220.png)
❁❁❁❁ she was a girl...broken girl, held together by prayers, each one stitched quietly to Mahadev, as if faith alone kept her from falling apart. And he was the answer she never asked aloud, sent like mercy itself, gentle in presence, steady in chaos, slowly becoming the reason her brokenness learned how to breathe again. 22 x 30 ❁❁❁❁
Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."
![His Repute | 18+ [On Hold/Under editing]](https://sk0.blr1.cdn.digitaloceanspaces.com/sites/1026910/posts/1491723/file0000000029c471fd9647de2526db1d8c.png)
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