Her POV
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she took in her feminine figure adorned in a red-themed saree and jewelry, making her look almost divine. Yet, the elegance felt hollow. What is the purpose of all this? she wondered. She wasn鈥檛 happy鈥攈er heart longed for freedom, not this empty facade. Silent tears began to stream down her soft, muted eyes, filled with mixed emotions she could no longer suppress. A gentle breeze drifted through the open windows, brushing against her dusky skin and sending shivers through her body. She closed her eyes, allowing her tears to flow freely.
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