Sunday’s memory was still swirling in Amaira’s mind when the Monday chaos hit like a truck.
Clad in her neatly ironed uniform, bag strapped, and feeling a little sleepy, Amaira marched to Dhruv’s room.
Sunday’s memory was still swirling in Amaira’s mind when the Monday chaos hit like a truck.
Clad in her neatly ironed uniform, bag strapped, and feeling a little sleepy, Amaira marched to Dhruv’s room.
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