Chapter 13
“No. Nope. Not happening. You gotta be kidding me.” Bhavya shot out of her chair, shaking her head vigorously. She hated studying and now here was her brother telling her to study more. Definitely not happening. The very prospect of sitting hours studying history, politics, diplomacy and those nuanced etiquettes made her shiver. It was Sunday and Bhavya was planning to spend the day with her Dada, and maybe explore the pink city when she got called to her eldest brother’s study. She was surprised to see her Dada already present there, sitting without a care in the world ignoring the looks of the other three men present in the room.
For the Flame to Burn, It Needs a Spark These words—these poems, musings, echoes of soul—they are pieces of me, offered to the void. If they’ve ever stirred something in you, made silence feel understood or chaos feel poetic… Then let your support be the wind beneath this fire. A small gesture. A mighty impact. Because art survives on love—and the occasional coffee. ☕✨
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