The Things We Hide
Saanvi moved slower than usual on her way home. Not because her legs were tired , though they ached , but because she wanted to stretch out the feeling, like it might last longer if she walked carefully. The air still smelled faintly of the studio. The sidewalk had a rhythm she almost caught under her feet.
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Hi, I’m Ashi — the kind of writer who sees meaning in glances, silence, and things left unsaid. If you've ever fallen for someone you weren’t supposed to… If you've ever felt too much and said too little… Then my stories are for you. I don’t write perfect characters. I write the real, the flawed, the ones who mess up and still crave love anyway. Welcome to my world — stay a while. 🤍
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