Chapter Thirty Four
Aadhya Malhotra I let my tears out as I hugged my mother tightly. She rubbed my back whispering soothing words. I felt like I was a six year old, crying my heart out. I never knew I missed my family this much, but being back in what I called, my home, it feels as though my mask is taken of. "Girls don't cry" She said cupping my hands. "And they definitely don't blush" I laughed. And I knew now I was blushing. She always did this, when I cried. And within moments, I'll be back to my old self. "I missed you, so much. Sometimes, I cry at night, thinking of you. You're alone here, Bhabhi is here, but I don't know, I couldn't control myself, thinking what and all Dadi must have said----" "Diya. Diyaa. I was fine. I'm fine. I'm happy, more than you can imagine. My daughters are married,
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