ANNUSHA'S POV_
I stirred awake at seven, the soft golden light slipping through the curtains like a gentle whisper. It bathed the room in a warmth that clung to me, momentarily shielding me from the chaos life loved to hurl my way. The rich aroma of breakfast wafted through the air—eggs, butter, toast—like an invisible thread pulling me out of bed.
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