
Ananya came out of the bathroom after her bath and shook her hair dry with a towel. The soft clinking sound of her bangles woke Manya from his sleep. He stretched lazily and got up on his place. Right in front of him, standing before the mirror, was Ananya. She was wearing a beautiful yellow frock suit... drying her wet hair, which made the heavy bangles on her wrists clink softly against each other. For him, nothing could be more perfect than this morning...






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