PROMO

Mon, 24 Nov 2025 16:21:41 +0000

She sat huddled in the corner of the dark room, knees pulled close to her chest. The thin light from the hallway barely reached her; shadows pooled around her like quiet, patient things. Her hands trembled against her shins, and every breath came small and sharp — as if the air itself weighed on her chest. Her lips moved, forming words that dissolved before they could leave her mouth; sound never followed. Pain lived in the steady set of her shoulders and the slow, fragile way she blinked. She did not sob or make a show of grief — the room held her silence like an old habit. Outside, life went on, indifferent; inside, Meera felt only the narrow, raw space of the moment, held tight and alone.