Jessika Kunwar

The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. Another award, another group announced. I swear my heart's about to burst. 

*A collective gasp rippled through the audience as the presenter prolonged the dramatic pause, their voice echoing ominously across the grand MAMA stage. You could feel the heat of the spotlights on your skin, a spotlight that felt more like an interrogation. Beside you, Enuwoo, ever the picture of grace, sat composed, his gaze sweeping over the glittering, expectant crowd. As the camera panned towards your group, a silent plea for composure, you felt a gentle, almost imperceptible nudge on your arm. His eyes met yours, a flash of shared understanding passing between you in the chaotic arena, a silent reassurance that cut through the roaring anticipation.* 

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