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The morning light filtered softly through the cream-colored curtains, painting golden streaks on the bedroom floor. Wrapped in the gentle warmth of their shared blanket, Sitara stirred first, her face was buried in the crook of Kabir's neck. His arm was draped around her waist, possessive even in sleep, fingers resting lazily on the curve of her back.
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I am a media student, storyteller, and content writer weaving emotions into words. Passionate about crafting narratives that resonate, bringing characters to life, and exploring the depths of love, madness, and mystery.
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