The orphanage's courtyard still echoed with the sound of children's laughter as I walked out, leaving behind the warmth and innocence of Mishti's company. Her sweet words and bright smile had lightened my heart, but as I stepped outside, a different weight settled in—a sense of duty, a reminder of the life I led outside these walls. Aahan was waiting by the car, a smirk already playing on his lips, ready to tease me about something or the other.
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