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10 | ๐—ช๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ, ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ

The moonlight over my estate in the outskirts of Delhi didn't feel peaceful tonight; it felt like a cold, silver shroud. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my study, the amber liquid in my glass untouched. My cheek still carried the faint, rhythmic throb of her slapโ€”the only thing that made me feel alive in the last ten months.

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