Morning light slipped softly into the room, warm and calm, carrying a quiet peace after the intensity of the night.
Richa stood near the mirror, holding her saree, trying to manage the pleats carefully but struggling a little.

Morning light slipped softly into the room, warm and calm, carrying a quiet peace after the intensity of the night.
Richa stood near the mirror, holding her saree, trying to manage the pleats carefully but struggling a little.

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