Ishan’s alarm rang sharply at four in the morning, its sweet, delicate tone filling the stillness of the early dawn. He opened his eyes, the familiar sound grounding him for just a moment. Blinking away the haze of sleep, his gaze instinctively shifted to the figure resting beside him, and his heart softened.
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