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I stood under the blinding lights of the studio, the camera clicking like a metronome. This was the final shoot for my album, Khwaab. My dream. My refuge. The only thing that ever made sense.
I stood under the blinding lights of the studio, the camera clicking like a metronome. This was the final shoot for my album, Khwaab. My dream. My refuge. The only thing that ever made sense.
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