The morning sun poured golden warmth over the Shaikh Mansion, illuminating the breakfast table where everyone had gathered. The clinking of spoons, light chatter, and the soft rustle of dupattas filled the air. Laughter occasionally erupted as Rida cracked a joke, while Sanober kept her gaze lowered, her cheeks a soft pink.
Just then, Irfan, cleared his throat, bringing a hush over the table. All eyes turned to him with curious expressions.
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