Raavi looked down at her hands, seeing them shake, that she had to fist them in order to hide the chaos that’s happening on her body. Upon raising her gaze, she saw her reflection in the glass door. Her hair was pinned by her nape, purposely done in order for her to move more freely. There were no accessories on her head for that day, and her clothes were sharp and formal, befitting the weight of the looming decisions and the gravity of the circumstances. Despite her poised exterior, her eyes betrayed the whirlwind of emotions roiling within, a tempest of doubts and apprehensions.
Could I really do this?
Once she entered the room, there would be no turning back.
She would have to bear the responsibilities she never thought she would have in this lifetime. All she ever wanted was to have
