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Chapter 41

  • 13 Jan, 2025

Rathore Mansion

Naintara stirred awake as the soft morning light filtered into the room, slowly pulling her from the comfort of her dreams. Her lashes fluttered open, and her gaze instinctively wandered toward the couch.

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  • Chapter 41

    Rathore Mansion

    Naintara stirred awake as the soft morning light filtered into the room, slowly pulling her from the comfort of her dreams. Her lashes fluttered open, and her gaze instinctively wandered toward the couch.

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