MEERA POV
I came downstairs—it was my first day in this house, and I couldn't afford to be late. Eyes would already be on me. Judging. Measuring. Smiling politely.
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8. Something Sweet
In the Storm, I Found You
"She was running from death. He was walking toward it. But fate threw them into the same river, under the same storm." A hunted woman. A broken man. One storm. When their worlds collide, survival becomes the first step toward something neither of them expected.
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