The morning air in Hyderabad was a chorus of screeching birds and whistling winds. Golden rays of sun filtered through the window of Sameeraβs room, dancing with the floating dust until they landed on her face. The persistent brightness finally nudged her awake. Sameera opened her eyes with a long, stretching yawn, feeling the grace of the summer breeze against her skin.
βAfter a few moments of warming herself up from the heavy weight of a lazy morning, she shook off the sleepiness. She grabbed a towel, slinging it over her shoulder, and hurried to the bathroom.
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