Morning sunlight filtered softly through the carved windows of Pratapgad Palace, painting golden patterns across the floor of Lakshita’s chamber.
The palace was peaceful at this hour.
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Hey guys, Author Lax here. Writing has always been my hobby .For years, my stories lived quietly within the pages of my personal diary, known only to me 😅 But now, I’ve finally decided to share those stories with all of you. So, if my words ever make you smile, or you love my story characters… then please shower this journey with your love and support. Every read, every comment, and every bit of encouragement will help me keep writing the stories my heart wants to tell. 🤍
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