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1. First Glance.

The mirror reflected a girl wrapped in soft pastel shades. Her eyes were kohled delicately, just enough to highlight the natural curve of her lashes. A tiny black bindi rested between her brows, adding grace to her simple features. Her hair was braided neatly to the side, with loose tendrils falling over her cheeks. She was dressed in a peach kurta with white embroidery and soft leggings. Simplicity clung to her like a second skin — effortless, calm, and untouched.

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