Naina was cooking her dinner in the kitchen while scolding herself "kya zarurat thi itni bak bak karne ki.... Itne saalo mein apne jazbato par kabu kar liya tha na Maine...to aj kya ho gaya...kyu wahi purani batein firse...."
she scolded herself, gripping the ladle tighter. But no matter how much she tried, the past had clawed its way back, reopening wounds she had spent years trying to heal.
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