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Shraddha

The soft morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. I stirred from my slumber, consciousness slowly seeping in as the gentle sound of laughter tickled my ears. Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, I propped myself up on my elbows, my vision gradually focusing on the heartwarming scene before me.

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