
Shivali POV
There was nothing left to celebrate. Nothing left to mourn. Time had played its cruel game once again, and now I stood where I had once belonged—back in my home, back in my realm.

Shivali POV
There was nothing left to celebrate. Nothing left to mourn. Time had played its cruel game once again, and now I stood where I had once belonged—back in my home, back in my realm.
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