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The warm glow of the evening sun filtered through the windows of Ayaan's room, casting long shadows on the walls. The room was its usual messโ€”books scattered on the desk, a half-empty water bottle rolling on the floor, and a cricket bat leaning against the bed. Ayaan sat cross-legged on the bed, lazily tossing a ball in the air, while Avika sprawled across the couch, munching on a packet of chips. Idika, sitting on the floor with her back against the bed, was scrolling through her phone.

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๐‘๐‘ฆ๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–_๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ (Ishiii)

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๐‘๐‘ฆ๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–_๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ (Ishiii)

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๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘ , โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ- ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐Ÿ–ค