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10 . A darling trap.

The morning sunlight filtered lazily through the sheer white curtains of Araadhna’s bedroom, casting soft, golden patterns across the floorboards. The festive chaos of Navmi had faded into the quiet stillness of the morning after, leaving behind only the faint, lingering scent of marigolds and burnt incense in the hallway.

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