The golden dusk over Arwa Riyasat held an unnatural stillness—too quiet, too calm. It was the kind of silence that precedes a storm, when the very air seems to hold its breath.
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Before The Storm
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The golden dusk over Arwa Riyasat held an unnatural stillness—too quiet, too calm. It was the kind of silence that precedes a storm, when the very air seems to hold its breath.
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