naivaidya
Naivaidya is like a holy bet with God. You bet your lunch, your grades, or your sanity. Sometimes you win. Usually, you lose.
I made a naivaidya to get a new phone. I got a broken one. That’s not fair.
My dad did a naivaidya to stop yelling. He yelled for an hour. He’s a bad man.
I offered God my favorite shirt. He took it. Now I’m wearing pajamas to school.