Ruhanika’s POV
I woke up to the faint sound of wind brushing against the curtains. The night had long passed, and the soft sunlight was slipping through the drapes, falling right over Yuvraj’s face. He was still asleep—peaceful, calm, completely unaware of the storm that still spun inside me.
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