“Okay, okay, breathe in… and breathe out.”
Vanya muttered to herself as she adjusted the salon apron around her waist. She took a deep breath, standing in front of the mirror in the tiny staff room of "Glam Touch Salon."
First day of work. First job ever.
She looked at her reflection. Was this really her? Vanya Samar Malhotra, a beautician?
She never imagined herself doing makeup, styling hair, or giving manicures. But life had its ways. Bills had to be paid. Rent had to be managed. And even though Ishita was always there to help, Vanya knew she couldn’t keep depending on her forever.
So here she was.
A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts.
“Vanya!” a cheerful voice called out. “Madam is waiting for you. First customer!”
Vanya took another deep breath. Showtime.
Meanwhile…
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