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Intro. Do you remember the day the world stopped spinning? For me, it was not a single day, but a slow, agonizing slide into a silent abyss. Now, the heavy gold on my body feels like an anchor, dragging me deeper into this darkness. They say this is a celebration, but every laugh, every whisper, every flickering lamp only illuminates the cage I am trapped within. You are here, watching, a silent witness to my undoing. What will you do, now that you bear witness to this sorrow?

Aaradhya

@Zidan Shaju