AUTHOR'S POV:
Her hands trembled as she stepped inside. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of curtains in the breeze. She looked up to see Ayaan standing by the window, his profile illuminated by the soft afternoon light. He was always handsome, but now there was something differentβa ruggedness, a maturity that hadn't been there before.
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