ANIKA P. O. V
I sat on the cold floor of my room, knees pulled tightly to my chest as I stared at the saree crumpled beside me that my uncle had thrown at me,my fingers tracing the fine embroidery on the saree. The intricate patterns swirled before my eyes, blurring into meaningless shapes as the weight of my uncle’s words pressed down on me.
"You're getting engaged ". The words echoed in my mind like a death sentence. Tomorrow, I would be engaged to a man I didn’t know—a man who could be just as cruel as my uncle or worse.
But maybe… maybe he’ll be different. The thought crept into my mind, fragile and desperate, like a drowning person grasping at straws. If he were kind, if he treated me well, maybe I could finally escape the hell I’ve been living in. But deep down, a part of me knew how unlikely that was. My uncle wouldn’t choose someone kind. He’d choose someone who could control me, someone who would keep me in line just as he had.
The throbbing pain in my cheek was a harsh reminder of the consequences of defying him. I touched the spot where he had slapped me, flinching at the tenderness. I had no fight left in me, no strength to resist. Maybe it’s better this way, I told myself, trying to make the words feel true. But the fear gnawed at me, relentless and unyielding.
A sudden ring from my phone jolted me from my thoughts, the sound almost painful in the heavy silence of the room. My hands trembled as I reached for it, and when I saw Yuktha’s name on the screen, a wave of relief washed over me.
I answered the call, barely able to get out her name. “Yuktha…”
“Anika, thank god! I’ve been worried sick about you,” Yuktha’s voice came through the phone, sharp with concern but laced with that familiar edge of toughness. “Are you okay?”
The floodgates opened. As soon as I heard her voice, the tears I had been holding back all evening spilled over, and I couldn’t stop them. The words tumbled out of me, broken and choked with sobs. “Yuktha… he’s making me get engaged… tomorrow. He hit me, and I… I don't know what to do. I- I'm helpless........”
For a moment, there was silence on the other end, and I could almost feel Yuktha’s anger simmering. When she finally spoke, her voice was cold and controlled, the calm before the storm. “That bastard. Anika, why didn’t you stand up to him? Why didn’t you tell him no?”
I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me, fresh tears blurring my vision. “I can’t, Yuktha. I’m too scared. You know what he’s like. He’ll kill me. He’ll make my life even more miserable…”
“You can’t keep letting him do this to you, Anika,” Yuktha’s voice cut through my panic like a blade, sharp and unyielding. “You need to stand up to him. Tell him to shove his engagement where the sun doesn’t shine and live your life the way you want. You don’t need his permission to be happy.”
Her words made my heart ache. I wanted to believe her, wanted to be as strong as she was, but I wasn’t. I was weak, terrified, and alone. “I can’t, Yuktha,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
The silence that followed was heavy, and when Yuktha spoke again, her voice was incredulous. “Why not, Anika? Why can’t you?”
I hesitated, the answer lodged in my throat, but I knew she wouldn’t let it go. “What if the man I’m getting engaged to is different?” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “What if he’s kind? Maybe he’s the escape I’ve been praying for…”
Yuktha’s bitter laugh cut through the phone like a slap. “Are you serious, Anika? Are you out of your mind? What if he’s just like your uncle? What if he’s abusive and controlling? You really want to gamble your entire life on a ‘what if’?”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I hadn’t thought of it that way. The truth was, I was terrified that Yuktha might be right. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit it, not even to her. “I believe in Shivji,” I said softly, almost to myself. “He’ll protect me. He knows what’s best for me.”
Yuktha’s sharp intake of breath was followed by an angry outburst. “Shivji? Anika, are you kidding me? If he really cared about you, don’t you think he would have helped you out of this hell by now? He keeps letting you suffer, and you keep making excuses for him. Why are you waiting for a god to save you when you can save yourself?”
Her words stung, but I knew she was only trying to help me. Still, the thought of defying my uncle, of standing up to him, seemed impossible. “I can’t, Yuktha,” I whispered, feeling the weight of my fear pressing down on me. “I’m not like you.”
Yuktha sighed, and I could hear the frustration in her voice. “Anika, I’m not going to listen to any more of your excuses. I don’t care about your engagement or your uncle’s threats. You have a competition tomorrow, and you’re going to win it. You hear me? You’re not dropping out. Forget your uncle—I’ll kill you myself if you even think about giving up.”
A weak laugh escaped me, the first sign of light in the darkness that had consumed me all day. “But what if—”
“No ‘what ifs,’ Anika,” Yuktha cut me off firmly. “You’re getting out of this house tomorrow. Be ready by 4 a.m. I’m coming to sneak you out, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and hope warring within me. “But Yuktha, if I leave… if he finds out…”
“I’ll handle him,” Yuktha’s voice was steel. “Trust me, Anika. You’re stronger than you think. And you’re not alone in this.”
I closed my eyes, letting her words sink in. I’m not alone. Yuktha is with me. For the first time in a long while, I felt a spark of something other than fear. It was small, fragile, but it was there maybe it's a sign from bholenaath. I clung to it like a lifeline, knowing that tomorrow, everything could change.
“I’ll be ready,” I finally whispered, my voice steadier now. “I’ll be ready.”
“Good,” Yuktha replied, her voice filled with determination. “And Anika? Don’t forget—you deserve better than this. You deserve to be happy.”
As I hung up the phone, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to hope. Maybe tomorrow, I could finally break free.
The night passed in a blur of restless thoughts and anxious tossing. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, watching shadows play across the room as the hours dragged on. Every creak of the house, every whisper of wind outside, set my heart racing. My mind replayed the conversation with Yuktha over and over, her words echoing in the silence. You’re stronger than you think. I wanted to believe her, but fear gnawed at me, whispering doubts that refused to be silenced.
By the time my phone buzzed at 4 a.m., I had barely slept. My eyes burned, my body felt heavy with exhaustion, but there was no time to rest. I had to move.
This is it, I thought as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. This is the moment. I could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on me, but I couldn’t let it paralyze me. I had to go. I had to escape.
I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. The house was eerily silent, the only sound is the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway. I held my breath as I opened my bedroom door, the hinges creaking slightly. Please, don’t wake up, I prayed silently, tiptoeing into the hallway.
The first obstacle was the wooden floor that creaked with every step. I knew every loose board, every spot that could give me away. I avoided them like landmines, moving slowly, deliberately, towards the stairs.
When I reached the top of the staircase, I paused, listening intently. No sound came from my uncle’s room, but I knew he was a light sleeper. I gripped the banister, taking the steps one at a time, cringing at every slight noise. Each creak felt like a gunshot in the stillness.
Finally, I reached the bottom. My heart pounded in my ears, but I couldn’t stop now. The front door was my next hurdle. The lock was old, and it would make noise when I turned the key. I hesitated, glancing back up the stairs, half-expecting to see my uncle standing there, his eyes blazing with fury. But the darkness remained undisturbed.
Just do it, I told myself, forcing my hand to move. The key turned in the lock with a quiet click, and I pushed the door open just enough to slip through. The cool night air brushed against my skin, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of the house.
Outside, the world was still cloaked in darkness, the sky just beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. I stepped out, pulling the door closed behind me as quietly as I could. My breath caught in my throat as I waited, listening for any sign that I had been discovered. But the house remained silent.
I did it. The realization hit me with a rush of adrenaline. I’m out.
I hurried down the steps, glancing around the empty street. Yuktha had told me she’d be waiting at the corner, and I spotted her car parked under the shadow of a large tree. The sight of it sent a wave of relief crashing over me. I practically ran the short distance, my feet silent on the pavement.
As I reached the car, the door swung open, and Yuktha stepped out. Her eyes were sharp, assessing me quickly before she pulled me into a tight hug. “You made it,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and pride.
I nodded, unable to speak for a moment. “Come on,” Yuktha said, pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes. “We need to get out of here before anyone notices you’re gone.”
I nodded again, feeling a surge of determination. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected.
We got into the car, and Yuktha started the engine. As we pulled away from the curb, I glanced back at the house, half-expecting to see my uncle bursting out the door in a rage. But the street remained quiet, the house dark and still. I turned back to face the road, pushing the fear down. I couldn’t let it control me now.
As we drove through the quiet streets, Yuktha broke the silence. “You did good, Anika,” she said, her voice warm. “I know that wasn’t easy.”
I sighed, leaning back against the seat. “It wasn’t… but I couldn’t stay there. I had to get out.”
Yuktha nodded, her eyes focused on the road. “You did the right thing. But remember, this is just the beginning. You’re not just running away—you’re taking control. Today is about you, not him.”
I swallowed hard, the reality of her words sinking in. “I know… but it’s still scary.”
“I get it,” Yuktha said, her tone softening. “But you’re not alone. I’m with you every step of the way.”
I smiled, a small, tentative smile, but it was genuine. “Thank you, Yuktha. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She shrugged, her typical bravado returning. “You’d figure it out eventually. But for now, you’ve got me"
As we drove away from the house, I gazed at Yuktha, her eyes fixed intently on the road ahead, her jaw set in determination. My heart swelled with gratitude, thinking of all the times she'd been my only support, my rock, my safe haven. Without her, I'd be lost, shattered, and broken.
I couldn't help but reminisce about the countless moments she'd stood up for me, fought my battles, and shielded me from the cruel world. Her unwavering belief in me, her unrelenting encouragement, and her unconditional love had been my solace, my strength. She'd been my voice when I couldn't speak, my courage when I couldn't face my fears.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I recalled the secret dance classes she'd arranged, sneaking me out of the house without my uncle's knowledge. She'd faced the wrath of her own family, endured the weight of their disapproval, all to help me discover my passion, my purpose. Her selflessness, her sacrifices, left me breathless, humbled, and forever grateful.
Why did she do it? Why did she invest so much of herself in me? I couldn't understand, couldn't comprehend the depth of her love, her devotion. But I knew one thing – I owed her everything. My life, my dreams, my very existence.
The least I could do for her was to win the competition today. And I would. I steeled myself, determination coursing through my veins like liquid fire. I would make her proud, make her sacrifices worthwhile. I would dance with every fiber of my being, with every beat of my heart.
We arrived at Yuktha’s house just as the first light of dawn began to touch the sky. I stepped out of the car, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and adrenaline coursing through me. As we walked inside, the familiar scent of Yuktha’s home—jasmine and sandalwood—wrapped around me, offering a small sense of comfort.
“Let’s get you ready,” Yuktha said, leading me to her room. “You’ve got a big day ahead.”
I nodded, following her. The tension in my chest hadn’t completely disappeared, but it had lessened. For the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope. Today wasn’t just about surviving—it was about reclaiming something of my own, starting with the dance competition.
We worked quickly, Yuktha helping me get ready, her presence a calming influence. She didn’t fuss over me or make a big deal out of the situation, and I appreciated that more than she probably knew. We didn’t talk much, just exchanged the occasional word or smile as we focused on the task at hand.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in my dance attire, my hair pulled back neatly, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me. She looked… determined. Stronger, somehow. I could still see the fear lurking in her eyes, but it was tempered by something else—resolve.
“You look amazing,” Yuktha said, her voice full of encouragement. “You’re going to kill it out there today.”
I took a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you. I’m ready,” I said, and for the first time, I truly meant it.
The drive to the dance academy felt surreal, the city slowly coming to life around us as the sun began to rise. My heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement, the reality of the competition looming large in my mind. But there was also a strange sense of calm settling over me, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, I could handle this.
When we arrived at the academy, I stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of the day ahead. The building loomed before me, but instead of fear, I felt something else—a quiet determination. I glanced at Yuktha, who gave me a reassuring nod.
This is my chance, I thought. My chance to prove to myself.
The dance academy felt different today. As soon as Yuktha and I stepped inside, the familiar atmosphere of excitement and anticipation seemed to have been replaced by something heavier, something unsettling. The fluorescent lights flickered slightly overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to cling to the corners of the room.
We made our way to the dressing room, my heart pounding louder with each step. I tried to brush off the unease that gnawed at the back of my mind, convincing myself it was just nerves. After all, this competition meant everything to me. It was my one chance at freedom, my one shot to escape the life that had been suffocating me for years.
But no matter how hard I tried to focus, the feeling wouldn’t go away. It lingered, a dark cloud hovering just out of reach. I sat in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, trying to force my thoughts back to the routine I had practiced endlessly. Focus, Anika, I told myself, but my mind was a whirlwind of fear and doubt.
The sudden ring of my phone shattered the fragile silence, jerking me back to the present. I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat as I glanced at the screen. I didn’t need to see the name to know who was calling. Yuktha’s expression mirrored mine—fear, barely concealed behind a mask of determination. But she quickly shook it off, giving me a look that said, I’ve got this.
“What do I do?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I fidgeted with my hands, the sound of my anklets betraying my fear. I could feel the panic rising, threatening to consume me.
Yuktha didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the phone from my hand, switched it off, and tossed it onto the chair. “This is what you do when you don’t want to pick up a call,” she said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
I rolled my eyes at her attempt to be humorous in such a serious situation. “Thanks for the enlightenment, smart girl,” I replied, my voice tinged with sarcasm.
Yuktha sighed, her expression softening as she placed her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to meet her gaze. “Anika, I don’t want you to think about anything but the competition. What might happen will happen, but right now, you need to focus on winning. This is your chance to fly.”
Her words cut through the fog of my anxiety, but the fear was still there, clinging to me like a second skin. “But Yuktha, what if I don’t win? What if I don’t get selected for the auditions? I’ll have to go back to my uncle’s house and—”
Yuktha silenced me with a firm shake of her head. “I don’t want you to think about anything but winning, Anika. I know you will win. I wouldn’t be here by your side if I didn’t believe in you.”
“You got this, Anika. You’re going to make it.”
Her confidence was infectious, and it was enough to break through the wall of fear I had built around myself. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, the overwhelming mix of emotions finally spilling over. I pulled Yuktha into a tight embrace, sobbing into her shoulder.
“Oh, come on! I can’t do your makeup again. Please don’t cry now—you can cry after you win, I won’t stop you then,” Yuktha said, carefully wiping away my tears, trying not to smudge the makeup she had so meticulously applied earlier.
Before I could respond, the door to the dressing room creaked open, and a woman dressed in a professional outfit stepped inside. “Ma’am, you’re up next,” she said, her voice clipped and businesslike.
Both Yuktha and I turned to look at her, confusion evident on our faces. “But my turn is after twelve people,” I protested, the confusion and newly formed stress clear in my voice.
The woman’s expression didn’t change. She looked at us with a mix of impatience and something else—something that sent another shiver down my spine. “We’re doing as we’re told. Please don’t ask questions and get ready. You have ten minutes,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
I glanced at Yuktha, who seemed just as confused as I was, but neither of us pressed further. There was something off about the woman—her tapping feet, the way she clutched her clipboard as if it were a lifeline, and the fear that flickered in her eyes. But it wasn’t something we could afford to focus on right now.
“Anika, it’s okay,” Yuktha said, squeezing my hand. “You’ve got this.”
I nodded, trying to take deep, calming breaths. “Yes,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.
“Let’s go to the backstage. It’s almost your turn,” Yuktha said, guiding me out of the dressing room.
AUTHOR P. O. V
Anika and Yuktha made their way to the backstage area, the heavy atmosphere growing thicker with each passing moment. They stood quietly, waiting as the previous performer finished her routine. The usual buzz of excitement and chatter was absent, replaced by a stifling silence that gnawed at Anika’s nerves.
The moment the music stopped, there was no eruption of applause, no murmurs of appreciation—just an eerie quiet that settled over the audience like a shroud. Anika’s heart pounded in her chest, her fear doubling as she realized something was very wrong. But there was no turning back now. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and stepped onto the stage.
As she moved into position, the lights dimmed, casting a warm glow that highlighted the vibrant colors of her attire. She wore a rich maroon silk saree, intricately woven with golden threads that shimmered like rays of the sun, cascading down her form with the grace of a river. The saree clung to her, hugging every curve, while the pleats fanned out with each movement, resembling the petals of a blossoming flower.
Her parani, adorned with tiny bells, wrapped snugly around her ankles, jingling softly with each step, a delicate symphony that echoed the rhythm of her heart. Anika’s lotus-shaped eyes, wide and expressive, were lined with kohl, their natural almond shape accentuated to perfection. Her gaze was sharp yet serene, like a calm lake hiding depths unknown, and it captured the essence of the dance she was about to perform.
The music began, and with it, Anika moved. Her arms rose gracefully, her hands forming precise mudras that spoke volumes in silence. She swept her arms through the air as if parting the waves of time, the golden bangles on her wrists catching the light and casting tiny reflections across the stage. Her feet struck the floor in perfect rhythm, the parani's bells jingling with each tap, as if the earth itself were singing along to her dance.
Anika’s eyes were the focal point of her performance. They glistened with every emotion, shifting seamlessly from the fierce gaze of a warrior to the tender look of a lover. Her lotus-shaped eyes darted from side to side, every movement deliberate, every glance calculated to draw the audience deeper into her narrative. They widened with joy, softened with sorrow, and flashed with anger, telling a story that words alone could never capture.
Her body moved with the grace of a swan, her saree flowing around her like water, each fold of the fabric catching the air as she twirled. The rich maroon contrasted beautifully with the stage's dark backdrop, making her seem like a flame dancing in the night. The golden border of her saree glinted like fireflies, adding an ethereal glow to her every movement.
As Anika transitioned into the abhinaya portion of the dance, her expressions became even more vivid. Her eyebrows arched, and her eyes widened as she depicted the anguish of separation. Her lips, delicate and curved like the petals of a rose, quivered as she portrayed longing and despair. With each movement, she became the character she portrayed, losing herself in the story of the dance.
The final jathi approached, and Anika’s movements grew in intensity. Her feet pounded the stage, the parani ringing out a powerful rhythm that echoed through the hall. Her arms cut through the air with precision, and her eyes locked onto the audience, drawing them into the climax of her performance. The energy in the room was palpable, every movement charged with emotion and grace.
With a final, powerful pose, she froze, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The last note of the mridangam faded into silence, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop, holding its breath in awe of what had just transpired. Anika’s eyes, still wide and intense, scanned the crowd, searching for a reaction, for any sign that her performance had touched them.
For a brief, terrifying moment, she feared the silence would return, that her efforts would be met with the same unsettling quiet. But then, the sound of clapping began-slow at first, but growing louder, swelling into a wave of applause that filled the entire academy. The audience rose to their feet, their faces a blur as tears welled up in Anika's eyes.
She gave a deep, respectful bow, murmuring a quick prayer of thanks, and ran off the stage, her heart still racing. Yuktha was there, waiting for her with tears in her eyes, pride and relief shining in her expression. “You were incredible, Anika,” she said, pulling her into a tight hug. “I knew you’d do it.”
Anika smiled, her own eyes misting over. “I did it,” she whispered, hardly believing the words herself.
The two friends began making their way back to the dressing room, laughter and relieved chatter filling the air between them. But their joy was short-lived. As they rounded the corner, the sharp crack of gunfire rang out, freezing them in their tracks. Anika’s breath hitched, fear gripping her heart as the sound reverberated through the academy.
“What… what was that?” Anika stammered, her voice trembling as she clutched Yuktha’s arm. The fear she had barely managed to suppress came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm her.
Yuktha tightened her grip on Anika’s hand, trying to stay calm for both their sakes. “It’s okay, Anika. It’s going to be okay,” she said, though her own heart pounded with terror.
Before they could react, a man came running towards them, panic written all over his face. “Run!” he shouted, barely stopping as he passed them. “There’s an attack! You need to get out of here now!”
Yuktha’s mind raced as she grabbed Anika, who was trembling uncontrollably, her anxiety skyrocketing. She had always been sensitive to loud noises, and the gunshots had sent her into a near-panic. Yuktha knew they had to get out fast.
“Wait!” Yuktha called after the man. “What about the competition?”
He stopped and turned, staring at her in disbelief. “Are you seriously worried about that right now? Your lives are in danger! Leave, girl!” Without another word, he disappeared down the corridor, leaving the two of them standing in shock.
The realization hit them both like a punch to the gut. This was no ordinary incident—it was something much more dangerous. Yuktha snapped into action, pulling Anika towards the exit. “Come on! We have to go!”
They ran through the academy, the once familiar halls now twisted into a labyrinth of fear. The sounds of chaos echoed around them—shouts, more gunfire, the crash of something heavy being overturned. Anika could barely keep up, her legs shaking beneath her as Yuktha practically dragged her towards the exit.
Finally, they burst out into the open air. Yuktha didn’t waste a second, pushing Anika into the car and jumping into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and they sped away, the academy quickly disappearing in the rearview mirror.
Anika sat curled in the passenger seat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to process what had just happened. Yuktha reached over, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’re safe now,” she said, her voice steady even as her hands trembled on the steering wheel.
They drove in silence for a while, the tension in the car heavy as they left the chaos behind. Yuktha finally pulled into a quiet, secluded spot far from the academy, the silence almost deafening after the madness they had just escaped.
Yuktha stepped out of the car, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gripped her head, trying to steady herself. The adrenaline still coursed through her veins, but anger quickly replaced the fear. With a sharp cry, she kicked the car’s tire, the dull thud doing little to calm her racing heart. That’s when she heard it—Anika’s broken sobs from inside the car.
She hurried to the passenger side and opened the door, her heart twisting at the sight before her. Anika sat hunched over, her face streaked with tears, her mascara smudged, her eyes red and swollen. She looked up slowly, her gaze empty, her voice barely a whisper.
“Why me?” Anika’s voice trembled as she spoke, more to herself than to Yuktha. “Why do things always go wrong at the last minute for me, Yuktha?”
Yuktha’s heart ached at the sight of her friend in so much pain. She didn’t have the answers, but the despair in Anika’s voice made her feel helpless.
“Why does my life have to be so tough to live?” Anika’s voice suddenly rose in anguish, the yell echoing into the silent night. The universe answered with only more silence.
“Why, Yuktha?” she whispered, her voice raw with exhaustion and pain. The strength had drained from her body, leaving her slumped in her seat, too tired to even cry anymore.
Without thinking, Yuktha wrapped her arms around Anika, pulling her into a tight embrace. She rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her, though deep down, Yuktha didn’t know how to make things better. She didn’t have the words to reassure Anika because she herself wasn’t sure everything would be fine. They were both lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
Anika pulled back from the hug, her expression suddenly hardened with resolve. “Drop me home, Yuktha,” she demanded, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her inner turmoil.
Yuktha blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off by the sudden determination in her friend’s voice. This wasn’t the Anika she knew—the one who had just crumbled in her arms. “No,” she said firmly, shaking her head. “I’m not taking you back there. I didn’t help you escape just to send you back to that house.”
Anika’s resolve faltered, and she looked away, her hands trembling. “But where else can I go?” she whispered.
“You’re coming with me you'll stay there with me as long as we find another option to send you away,until then....just please do what I say.” Yuktha said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ll figure this out together, but I’m not letting you go back to that hell. You deserve better than that, Anika.”
For a moment, Anika hesitated, but the sincerity in Yuktha’s voice broke through her wall of despair. She nodded slowly, the fight draining out of her. Yuktha took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
And this is how our Anika's plan to escape through that competition shattered..... Delve into the story to find out what happens next and this chapter is all about making you experience a friendship that's rare as 'Kohinoor' (shivji muje bhi ek yuktha dedho 😭pleej) Anyway do let me know how you like this chapter and about the relationship between Anika and yuktha. And this chapter is quite lengthy that's why it took me a while to write this....... It took me sooo long to write that dance scene tbh 🙂. Please vote, comment and follow and don't ever forget to tell me your opinions..... Thank you, love you❤ ✨
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