The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden hue across the room. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to my mind like whispers of the night.
The clock on the bedside table read 8 a.m., but it felt like I had emerged from a dream that spanned weeks. The comforting weight of a cloudless morning enveloped me, the kind that promised serenity and lazy moments ahead.
๐๐๐!! ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐. (Check my Indian Fiction work on my inkitt account tap the Icon below ๐)
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