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The way you bewitched me.
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Ongoing, First published Aug 03
The way you bewitched me... it began the moment Charumathi stepped into Shakthi's life not with noise, but with quiet magic. Like a sorceress cloaked in grace, she turned his days into spells and his world into wonder. That's the way she bewitched him.
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