लकी ऑक्स में शांत विक्टरी

H1: मैं यहाँ पैसों के पीछे नहीं, बल्कि अपने सांस को सुनने के आयी। मैं 12 साल की हुई, jabbering over coins I didn’t understand. The casino wasn’t magic; it was a mirror. H2: Niyam weren’t written in stone—they were carved in silence. Mere dadi ne kahate ‘Don’t chase the bell.’ Listen for the space between spins. H3: What if winning is just showing up? I stopped calling it ‘the Lucky Ox Festival.’ It became my Sunday ritual—the candle lit before dawn, not after dark.