Behind every silence lies a tale waiting to be told.

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Lily’s POV

I stepped out of the bedroom, the soft click of my heels against the polished marble floor echoing faintly as I descended the staircase. The cool morning air brushed past the open windows, carrying the scent of jasmine from the garden below. I felt surreal, like a star caught in a spotlight, a figure in slow motion framed against a cinematic backdrop.

In my mind, I was that heroine in a classic Indian film: the camera following my every step as a gentle breeze teased the strands of my hair, the world momentarily holding its breath just...