Mukta POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the window again, but today it felt different β brighter, warmer, like it had something to say. I walked toward the gate where Muktansh was waiting, the bracelet on my wrist cool against my skin.
Mukta POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the window again, but today it felt different β brighter, warmer, like it had something to say. I walked toward the gate where Muktansh was waiting, the bracelet on my wrist cool against my skin.
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