
“Moana,” Anjali’s tone quivered, tears brimming in her eyes. Her emotions scattered like broken glass as she saw her friend after three long months.
Bhumi slipped from Indra’s embrace, her body hesitant, and slowly turned toward the voice. Her breath snagged in her throat, disbelief clawing at her chest as her gaze locked on her best friend. For a fleeting moment, she cursed her own eyes, convinced they were conjuring a cruel illusion.

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