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Chapter 2

Tara's Pov

I looked up with a slow, weary sigh as the chime echoed through the lobby and the elevator doors slid open once more. I let my gaze wander back down to the smooth, polished surface of the reception desk, idly nudging the heavy glass paperweight with my index finger. I rotated it for what felt like the eighth time in a row. Boredom was setting in deep.

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Akanishtha

Writer | Storyteller | Creator I craft emotionally layered stories where love, power, and human vulnerability collide. Not here to impress—here to make you feel. I don’t write perfect characters. I write real ones—flawed, intense, and unforgettable. .