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Aira Malhotra

Fifteen.
Small for her age. Quiet enough to be overlooked.

She has calm eyes that unsettle people who look too closely.
A white pendant never leaves her neck. No one asks why.

Aira does not speak.

Some think it is fear.
Some think it is fragility.
Both are wrong.

She believes she is ordinary.
The world disagrees, quietly.

Meera Malhotra

Early forties.
5'6". Composed. Observant.

A trusted personal assistant in a powerful company.
Discretion is part of her job. So is silence.

She understands Aira without words.
When breathing falters, Meera is already there.
When the world grows loud, she makes it smaller.

She does not raise her voice to be heard.
She does not explain her choices.

Their Bond

They move at the same pace.
No pulling. No rushing.

Aira trusts few people.
Meera needs no permission.

To the world, they look like mother and daughter.
In truth, they look like survival.

"Some bonds are not born. They are chosen, every single day."

Meera Malhotra x  Aira Malhotra

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