The next morning, the warm sunrays kissed Tripura's face, stirring her from her slumber.
She stretched lazily and blinked her eyes open, only to be greeted by a sight that made her sit upright in surprise.
Roses. Roses everywhere.
The room was adorned with multiple bouquets of red roses, placed on every surface imaginable. Their fresh fragrance filled the air, creating an almost magical atmosphere.
She turned her head to the bedside table, where a particularly extravagant bouquet stood next to her. A small note stuck to it caught her attention. Picking it up, she read the words written in Ram's familiar handwriting:
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn 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...
