Aishwarya Palace – Morning
Aaravi stepped out of the bathroom. Dressed in a royal blue anarkali, she had adorned herself carefully, but her mind was still tangled in unease. Her appearance, her gait, the language of her eyes everything had changed. But before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
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