Piya stood outside the master bedroom, her small hands shaking so violently she could barely hold the little bottle of herbal head oil. She had already distributed the temple sweets to the other kitchen staff downstairs, and now, it was time to face the mistress of the house. Every step she took back up the grand wooden stairs had felt like a climb to her own execution.
She took a deep, shaky breath, making sure the green cotton pallu of her saree was still wrapped tightly three times around her neck. She could still feel the stinging heat of Dev's heavy bite mark underneath the fabric. It felt like a branding iron on her skin, a constant reminder of the sin she had committed on the hot terrace just an hour ago.
My parents are going through a separation, and it has been a difficult and overwhelming time for my family. I’ve always felt uncomfortable asking them for money especially now, so I wanted to take responsibility for myself and become financially independent. Even if I can’t support myself entirely yet, I want to contribute in whatever way I can and ease some of the burden.
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