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✨CHAPTER 41✨

"I WANT TO WRITE POEMS ON YOUR SKIN WITH MY LIPS............"

The night outside was alive with the shimmer of Udaipur. The distant palaces stood illuminated, their golden reflections rippling across Lake Pichola. A hush had settled over the city, interrupted only by the occasional ring of a temple bell or the quiet echo of laughter from the streets below.

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