Roohi's pov:
The morning looked the same, but something inside me didn’t. My chest felt tight, like sleep had left behind its own kind of weight.The same sunlight slipped through the ivory curtains, touching the marbled floor with a faint golden glow. The same birds sang outside the balcony railings, the same distant clatter echoed from the kitchen downstairs — yet, none of it felt familiar. It was as if the world had woken up, but I hadn’t.
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