
28. Lipistick or Lipstick?
Pratha leaned slightly over the terrace railing, absentmindedly drying her long, wet hair with a soft towel. Fresh droplets slid from the dark strands and rolled down her back before disappearing into the fabric of her blouse. The morning sun had risen high enough to spill golden light across the terrace, wrapping her in gentle warmth after the chill of the cold bath she had taken.












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