Aarohi's Room.
She lay wrapped in the gentle embrace of the morning light, her chest rising and falling with the soft rhythm of peaceful dreams. Strands of hair, dark as midnight, spilled across her pillow like spilled silk, framing her face in tender shadows. Her eyelashes rested delicately against her cheeks, fluttering now and then as if dancing with a distant dream.
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