Siyara stood at the edge of the living room, chewing the corner of her lip. Her mother Paromita was slicing mangoes in the kitchen with the quiet precision of a queen, while Aarush sat sprawled on the sofa in a white sweatshirt, headphones around his neck and phone in hand.
This was it.
She had practiced her speech. Twice. With dramatic pauses.
And now she was about to do the unthinkable—ask to go on a college camping trip with her friends. To a mountain area. For two nights.
But her family? Yeah... her family was strict Bengali middle-class.
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