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✦⚔️ Chapter 10⚔️✦

  • 30 Sep, 2025

Heyy my lovely readers 💕 it's me, Anuvae! ✨
Today's update is extra special — imagine a stormy night

This chapter is written completely in Diya's POV, so you will feel every single heartbeat of hers — the rush to the kitchen, the trembling hands making malham, the way she couldn't bear to hear him speak badly about himself, and the tender moment when he made her eat with him. 🥺
So grab your chai ☕ or blanket, because this one is going to feel like both pain and warmth at the same time. Let's dive in! 🌙✨

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