The murmur of voices sharpened into distinct syllables, slicing through their afterglow with the precision of a knife.
“…check the east balcony, Priya. Shivangi said she needed air." Her mother voice concerned.

The murmur of voices sharpened into distinct syllables, slicing through their afterglow with the precision of a knife.
“…check the east balcony, Priya. Shivangi said she needed air." Her mother voice concerned.

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