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Chapter 16

It had been weeks since Ruhi last heard his voice… Weeks of silence, of numb routine, of existing more than living. But today—as she scrubbed the cold marble steps outside the southern wing, her knuckles red and cracked from the harsh detergent—her phone buzzed softly in the pocket of her apron.

A strange sound in a place where nothing human ever rang.

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Sonam Kandalgaonkar

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I write heroines who are curvy, plus size, simple, or plain because beauty has never been about one perfect standard. Beauty is always in the eyes of the beholder. A woman does not need society’s approval to deserve love, obsession, respect, and a powerful story.