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35. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐”๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐‘๐ž๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง

As Sritama stepped out of the grand, wrought-iron college premises, the heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind her, signaling the official end of another exhausting day of lectures.

Her eyes instinctively scanned the bustling street, falling immediately on the sleek, polished black sedan parked right in front of the main gate.

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Chandiniwrits

Imperfectly perfect!