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19. Khoobsurat

It was past midnight. The room was quiet, the only sound was of the soft breeze rustling against the curtains.

Ayeda was fast asleep, curled slightly on her side, her face turned towards Zarian. Her breaths were calm, her features serene almost angelic under the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the window.

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Writer | Dreamer โ™ฅ๏ธŽ Ink, passion, and a touch of darknessโ€”stories that stay with you. ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ“–"