After a long and exhausting struggle, Divya finally managed to change.
She let out a sigh of relief—only for her eyes to catch the robe she was now wearing.
And that's when she froze.
Her hands slowly ran over the fabric, feeling the way it was perfectly wrapped around her body. The belt? Tied so flawlessly it looked like a professional had done it. Not a single crease, not a single loose fold.
She stared.
Then she stared some more.
Then she slapped her forehead.
"What the actual hell—?!"
Because how the hell did she do that?
She could swear on her last piece of chocolate that she had never worn a robe before. Sure, she had seen them—in historical dramas, in anime, in comics. She knew they existed. She knew they looked elegant.
But had she ever actually wrapped one around herself? Hell no.
Yet here she was.
Standing in some dimly lit stable.
In a perfectly tied robe.
Like she had done this a million times before.
Her eye twitched.
