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Chapter 32: When the Heart Speaks


The morning was dressed in gold, sunlight spilling like liquid honey through the carved jaali windows, dancing across marble floors. Yet within the grandeur of the palace, silence echoed too loudly-an emptiness that not even the birdsong outside could soften.

Eraya sat at the edge of their bed, her frame still, her soul adrift.

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