Saanvi stirred slowly, the world sluggishly coming into focus.
Her head throbbed — dull and rhythmic — and her mouth tasted like sleep and regret. She blinked at the ceiling, already knowing she was in her own bed. The sheets smelled faintly of jasmine and that citrusy laundry detergent she liked.
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