Chapter 14
The early morning air was crisp, filtered with the scent of mogra from the garden below. Aadhya sat curled up on the swing in the balcony, wrapped in a shawl, sipping her chai ☕. The city hadn't fully woken yet, and the gentle breeze carried a stillness that she had grown to cherish. These peaceful dawns gave her time to breathe, to gather herself before the day began.
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