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50. Brown eyes

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It was early morning soft sunlight spilled across the Rathore mansionโ€™s porch, painting everything gold. The car stood ready near the gate, luggage neatly packed. Saaisha was standing with her hands folded in front, a faint smile on her lips, watching her Chote Papa and Choti Maa prepare to leave for Lucknow.

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Zia

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