The morning sun filtered through my curtains, casting soft golden hues across my bedroom. But despite the warmth of the new day, an unsettling weight pressed against my chest, lingering from the night before. My mind was clouded with doubt, with thoughts I wished I could escape from.
I pushed the covers off and went through my morning routine, hoping the familiar motions would ease the heaviness in my heart. But nothing changed. It was still there—the suffocating reality of my engagement.
Downstairs, the scent of freshly brewed milk tea filled the air, blending with the comforting chatter of my family. I walked into the dining room to find them all seated, their eyes glued to their phones.
**“Good morning, Mummy,”** I greeted, forcing a smile as I took a seat.
**“Good morning, Hani
