The air inside the lakehouse buzzed with motion — cabinets opening, utensils clinking, music playing low in the background — a peppy Hindi track that made everything feel lighter.
Sia stood at the kitchen counter, slicing apples and bananas into delicate pieces, her focus sharp yet calm. A bowl of custard chilled beside her, waiting to be dressed with fruits. She wore a soft smile, sleeves rolled up, hair loosely tied, her vibe blending effortlessly with the energy of the space.
Hey there all the lovepies...Loads of love to you all for reading my books..That alone means a lot to me...I am a student at a university...and as much as I don't like it but I am still heavily dependent on my parents financially. Writing stories is my dream and I write what I dream...My stories are a different world for me where I would escape even as a child when I could no longer keep up with the real world. As I write I pour down that little yet unimaginable huge world that I have created in my mind, with the intention that everyone gets a glimpse of it. Showing some support and love will really help me turn my manifestations into reality and that reality might lead others to everything they wanna manifest (who doesn't want their life to turn into their favourite book 🫠 ). YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT MATTERS A LOT!❤️
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