Chapter 11 :The Weight of Dreams and New Beginnings

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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the modest kitchen, casting gentle golden rays across the worn marble countertops. Steam rose lazily from the pan where Sana stood, her slender fingers wrapped around the wooden spoon as she stirred the aromatic mixture of spices and vegetables. The familiar scents of cumin, coriander, and turmeric filled the air, creating a comforting embrace that reminded her of countless mornings spent in this very spot. Yet today, something felt different—there was a nervous energy radiating from her petite frame, evident in the way her shoulders tensed and her breathing came in shallow, measured intervals.