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Chapter 50

  • 4 Feb, 2025

This chapter is short, I know… and I feel like it should have been longer, but honestly, likhte likhte hi itna emotional ho gaye mai… so grab a tissue before reading. 🥹

Also, I just realized—50 CHAPTERS!!! Can’t believe we’ve come this far, and yet it feels like the journey started just yesterday. Only 7-10 more chapters left before this book might come to an end… Maybe. I said maybe… 😅

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  • Chapter 50

    This chapter is short, I know… and I feel like it should have been longer, but honestly, likhte likhte hi itna emotional ho gaye mai… so grab a tissue before reading. 🥹

    Also, I just realized—50 CHAPTERS!!! Can’t believe we’ve come this far, and yet it feels like the journey started just yesterday. Only 7-10 more chapters left before this book might come to an end… Maybe. I said maybe… 😅

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