The morning light barely filtered through the broken curtains when Aarohi woke up. She rushed through her daily chores, her small fragile frame moving quickly from one task to another, as if trying to escape the weight of the life she was forced to endure.
As she entered her cramped little room after finishing her work, she heard Nahim ji’s voice call out from the living room where he sat on the worn-out sofa, speaking to someone on the phone.
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