The heavy teak doors of the Sehgal Mansion didn’t just close; they shuddered under the force of Aadhya’s exit. She marched across the marble floor, her heels striking the stone like rapid-fire gunshots. Every breath felt like she was inhaling broken glass. The air in the mansion, which had once felt like home, now felt like a cage.
"Aadhya! Stop! Just—wait!"
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Idk but I will be donating the paid chapters money to Cancer patients as I am currently working in an hospital as a medical student
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