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20. ANGELO

Ananya's POV

The clock on the kitchen wall had stopped ticking at precisely three thirty-seven in the morning, its cheap plastic gears finally succumbing to the moisture that had been creeping through the window frames since the monsoon peak began.

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Sheya_wrts

๐“š๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ด ๐“ญ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐”‚๐“ช ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ด๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐”‚๐“ช เคนเฅเค† ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ช๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป