"Where were you?" Radhika asks the moment Ritika steps into the kitchen, hands on her hips like a detective ready to interrogate a prime suspect.
"Mumma, I will tell you everything. But first, please get me a cup of coffee. I need it badly." Ritika replies, flopping onto the nearest chair. She rubs her temples, feeling a headache forming.
I write with passion and try to make it as great as I can. However, I would like to earn some money to be able to atleast pay for some of the things related to my studies.
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