The physical toll was becoming evident on Shivika as well. The stress, combined with the lack of proper nutrition and the relentless hours spent at her embroidery frame, was making her pale. Her back pain had intensified, making it difficult to stand for long, yet she refused to let the needle rest.
Every time she pulled a thread, she felt she was stitching the family back together. But the scale of the debt loomed over them like a mountain. Sixty million. It was an astronomical sum, a number that seemed to mock her small stitches and silk threads.
Recently, my brother was diagnosed with cancer. Earlier, I used to write purely for fun, but Iโve now made some chapters paid to help support my family during this time. Iโm not sharing this for sympathy, only to ask for your support so that finances donโt become a hurdle in his treatment. Thank you for standing by me.
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