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Chapter 50

Author's pov

The door creaked open, and there he stood, Shaurya. His broad frame filled the doorway, his shirt slightly creased, blazer hanging loosely on his arm. In his hand was a small bouquet of orange roses, their fragrance faint but warm, and on his face rested a tired smile that barely touched his eyes.

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