
Naina’s heart hammered against her ribs as Vivaan carried her toward the window, the moonlight of 2023 bathing them in the same silver glow that had once lit the chambers of 1773.
"Apko...apko... sab yaad agya?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Naina’s heart hammered against her ribs as Vivaan carried her toward the window, the moonlight of 2023 bathing them in the same silver glow that had once lit the chambers of 1773.
"Apko...apko... sab yaad agya?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
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