Mukta POV
The morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom window, soft and warm. I grabbed my bag and stepped outside, finding Muktansh waiting at the gate, just like every day.
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Mukta POV
The morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom window, soft and warm. I grabbed my bag and stepped outside, finding Muktansh waiting at the gate, just like every day.
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