
SAANVI POV.
It was a normal Monday, or at least it started that way. The sun peeked through my curtains, casting a soft golden hue across my unmade bed. I woke up feeling unusually warm, but I brushed it off as just another Monday morning malaise.

SAANVI POV.
It was a normal Monday, or at least it started that way. The sun peeked through my curtains, casting a soft golden hue across my unmade bed. I woke up feeling unusually warm, but I brushed it off as just another Monday morning malaise.
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