The morning sun cast a harsh, unfiltered glare through the towering glass windows of the Kapoor mansion, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the sterile air of Adrijay and Meera’s suite. The room was a monument to wealth and absolute control—impeccably organized, meticulously curated, and entirely devoid of warmth.
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Never had tiramisu , nor drank monster . It's something I would I love purchase from my own money tbh . I'm not poor . I have strict parents nothing else . I walk almost 4km daily for school and coaching. I don't even have 20 rupees lol . I'm not begging but I'd use your love in monetary form with a lot of love 😭🫶
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