The heavy clink of silver against porcelain and the low, muffled murmur of family small talk felt completely suffocating.
I sat beside Veer at the massive mahogany dining table, my shoulders stiff and my throat dry. Every single second that passed felt like a test I hadn't studied for.
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When the world sleeps, My imagination awakens. I scribble in moonlight, capturing fleeting thoughts, dreams, and whispers. The night sky becomes my canvas, and the stars my companions.
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