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13 - The Hidden Roots

As the celestial colours of sunrise spread in the sky, erasing the darkness of the previous night, I stood on the terrace, leaning back on the parapet. The morning breeze brushed my skin, causing a few loose strands of my hair flutter against my face. But I didn't bother tucking them back. I let the breeze play with my hair, my arms crossed across my chest, my eyes glued on Vijay who walked out of the terrace to call Arun for exercising.

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