chapter 65
The early morning light slipped in through the cracks in the curtain, casting golden patterns across the tiled floor. The Sinha house, usually slow to wake, buzzed quietly with anticipation.

chapter 65
The early morning light slipped in through the cracks in the curtain, casting golden patterns across the tiled floor. The Sinha house, usually slow to wake, buzzed quietly with anticipation.
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