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𝟐𝟒 — 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ❧♡

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, casting warm golden streaks across the floor. I stood in front of my full-length mirror, quietly adjusting the soft blue kurti that fell gracefully over my frame. It had a subtle shimmer on the sleeves and neckline—just enough elegance to be formal, yet not too loud for work. My matching cigarette-cut pants hugged my legs perfectly, balancing tradition with style.

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