V A N Y A
I was standing on a small wooden stool, stretching my arms as high as I could to pin a heavy silk drape. The auditorium was quiet, smelling of fresh paint and sawdust, and I could hear the faint sound of Rivaan adjusting the spotlights behind me. Meher and Kabir had just left to grab their bags from the classroom, so it was just us.
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