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Chapter 25

Aarna’s room looks like a storm has passed through it, yet the storm is still inside her. She stands in the centre, chest rising and falling sharply, her eyes filled with a fire that refuses to die

One more perfume bottle slips from her hand and explodes on the marble floor, the sweet smell mixing with the bitterness boiling inside her. Her hands tremble badly, but she continues throwing whatever her fingers find

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