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The soft golden glow of the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns on the walls. Dhriti stirred in her sleep, the warmth of the blanket cocooning her, a stark contrast to the bitter cold of the stormy night before. Her body felt heavy with exhaustion, yet her mind stirred with fragments of hazy memories...blurry images of rain-soaked roads, Abhimanyu's firm grip on her wrists, the hum of an engine, and the plush leather seat of a new car.