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15. The past

Author's pov :

Arshad was sleeping beside her, his face calm, his breath even. There was no sign of the storm that once lived inside him. But Anjali lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her eyes lost somewhere far beyond the room.

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asedysled (D.W.Marie)

I'm a passionate storyteller who weaves emotionally rich narratives rooted in family, relationships, and redemption. With a flair for dramatic tension and heartfelt moments