Anisha's POV
My words hung in the air like a delicate, heart-wrenching melody. The room seemed to hold its breath as my story unfurled, painting vivid images of my past struggles, resilience, and the unfathomable depth of my pain.
The air was thick with emotions, woven into a tapestry that only I could have spun. As my narrative found its final note, I lifted my gaze, tentatively seeking a connection with those who had become the audience to my life's journey. What I found was a sea of emotions, each person's eyes a mirror to their souls.
Aanya's gaze shimmered with unshed tears, like dewdrops clinging to petals at dawn. Her eyes were a testament to the depth of their friendship, a connection forged through countless shared moments. I could see the effort Aanya was putting into restrain
