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Mira
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Chapter 6
At last, the door opened, and a young woman walked in, instantly capturing everyone's attention. She wore a flowing, pastel-coloured saree that moved gracefully with her. Delicate jhumkas dangled from her ears, enhancing her beauty, while a bindi on her forehead added a charming touch. Her neatly tied-back hair and elegant demeanour made her presence both understated and captivating. As she entered, the soft jingle of her bangles echoed in the room, matching the sound that had intrigued me earlier. Reet.
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Royal Coalition
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