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38. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐Ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง

The heavy, silence of the room pressed against Raktim's chest the moment he stepped over the threshold.

After ending the phone call, he had stared blankly at the glowing screen of his mobile phone, a faint, weary smile tracing his lips as he ran a hand through his cluttered hair.

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Chandiniwrits

Imperfectly perfect!