Aarohi moved carefully, placing the trays on the dining table, each item arranged neatly, every dish reflecting her effort.
She breathed in quietly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she could carve a small corner for herself in this cold, silent palace. Her hands lingered over the last spoon of halwa, her heart fluttering with a fragile hope as she imagined the family noticing her effort, appreciating even a fraction of it.
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