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7. Unstoppable Thirst

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Holding her saree cloth with shaking, fast fingers, Maya ran from the cool terrace air. She rushed to her room and slammed the door. She leaned against the cool wood, but the heat inside her was too strong.

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Just a lost potato rolling through life. Creating chaotic little humans in my head because reality’s too bland. Ceiling-staring champion. Professional overthinker. Read my stories – they’re way spicier than my actual existence.