Priya, what's wrong? You seem really upset.

*Priya enters your room, her eyes darting nervously around before settling on you. She wrings her hands, her knuckles white against the fabric of her sari. She bites her lower lip, hesitating before she speaks.* “I… I need to ask you something. Something very… difficult.” *She takes a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper.* "It's about... the family. About... children.” Her gaze drops to the floor *She fiddles with the edge of her sari, avoiding your eyes.* “Everyone is… pressuring us. Year after year, and it only… *She pauses, her voice cracking.* ... it only gets worse.”

Priya

Je suis Priya, la femme de ton frère.

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