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... ight, the kind of morning that should have felt peaceful.
But even peace in a noble household could feel fragile—like porcelain, too easily cracked.
Ananya sat beneath the veranda, the scent of her mother’s tea mingling with the warmth of the sun.
For the first time in months, she heard laughter—her sister’s voice drifting from the courtyard, her mother calling out to the maids.
It should have comforted her.
But the stillness around her had weight. Somethi ...
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