The soft chirping of birds filtered through the windows, accompanied by the faint rustle of leaves swaying gently in the morning breeze. Tripura stirred, stretching her arms and letting out a soft yawn. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, her gaze slowly adjusting to the room around her.
The room was warm and inviting, filled with Palash's personality. The walls were a soft beige, adorned with framed sketches - probably Palash's creations during his leisure time. A sleek desk stood in one corner, cluttered with notebooks, art supplies, and an open laptop, which still had its screen glowing faintly. The shelves above were lined with books, an eclectic mix of classic literature and, along with several small figurines - souvenirs from his travels. By the window, a cozy armchair sat with a soft blanket draped over it, facing the morning light.
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Layers of Us
FanfictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...
