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23. Cricket

It was morning. Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a warm golden hue.

Ayeda stood before the mirror in a baby pink suit, adjusting her dupatta with delicate fingers. Behind her, the faint sound of a drawer closing came from the closet - a familiar click that told her Zarian was ready.

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