
Ishika’s POV:
Sunrays slipped softly through the curtains, brushing against my face like a gentle whisper, pulling me out of sleep. My eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy, still wrapped in that quiet morning peace.


Ishika’s POV:
Sunrays slipped softly through the curtains, brushing against my face like a gentle whisper, pulling me out of sleep. My eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy, still wrapped in that quiet morning peace.

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