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𓆩♑π“†ͺ CHAPTER ONE 𓆩♑π“†ͺ

The clinic was quiet-too quiet. The only sound came from an old ceiling fan above, creaking with every slow rotation. Its rhythm echoed through the small room.

A pale curtain hung loosely around the examination area, swaying slightly as if stirred by something unseen.

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Amrutaa

✞ read slow… touch softer β€” good girls earn their ending ✞ β›§ I write heat that kneels, ache that worships β›§