Boarding the Kutch Express back to Ahmedabad, Monghi smiled. The train wasn't just taking her home; it was carrying a brand new, colorful version of herself toward a brighter future.
"I will return, Dharmesh," Monghi said gently, holding a piece of her mirror-work. "But not to the old life. I am no longer just the woman who makes your tea. I am Monghi. If you want me back, you must learn to love the woman I have become, not the shadow I used to be." Boarding the Kutch Express back to Ahmedabad, Monghi smiled
Determined to win her back, Dharmesh took the same Kutch Express. it was carrying a brand new