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26. 72 Hours to Truth

The terrace was quiet, painted in soft hues of the night. A faint breeze drifted through the air, rustling Ruhi’s loose strands as she sat cross-legged near the edge, her gaze fixed upward. The sky stretched endlessly above, freckled with stars that blinked gently like they were whispering secrets.

She closed her eyes for a second, letting the wind kiss her cheeks and carry away a little of her nervousness.

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Just a girl chasing her passion and imagination in a world that calls her dreams foolish.

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