
At Sharma mansion.
The morning sun spilled into the house like warm honey, touching everything with a soft glow. Birds chirped lazily outside the windows, and the air felt fresh—full of the promise of a day yet to unfold.

At Sharma mansion.
The morning sun spilled into the house like warm honey, touching everything with a soft glow. Birds chirped lazily outside the windows, and the air felt fresh—full of the promise of a day yet to unfold.
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