The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled Naira’s bedroom as she lay curled under her cotton blanket, her face flushed and skin damp with fatigue. A heat pack rested on her lower stomach, and the red bangles on her wrists clinked lightly every time she shifted. Her body was aching, sore, exhausted. Periods had arrived like an uninvited storm, and with it, the sharp waves of cramps and discomfort that made even walking feel like a war.
She hadn’t stepped out all day.
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