Ram’s POV
I stood by the window of my study, the voices from downstairs echoing faintly in my ears—the clinking of plates, murmured conversation, the occasional laughter. All of it felt like background noise to the war raging inside my head.
Ram’s POV
I stood by the window of my study, the voices from downstairs echoing faintly in my ears—the clinking of plates, murmured conversation, the occasional laughter. All of it felt like background noise to the war raging inside my head.
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