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26. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ž๐ญ ๐‹๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž

The afternoon air carried the faint scent of approaching rain, mixed with the familiar hum of the neighborhood.

Inside her room, Sritama stood before the mirror, her heart fluttering with a familiar, restless anticipation.

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Chandiniwrits

Imperfectly perfect!