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I had a dream
The night had grown deep and dark, the vibrant festivities of the Kullu Valley fading into a quiet hum as the village settled into its usual calm. Rajeev and his group decided it would be best to stay the night rather than risk traveling back so late. They found a well-regarded hotel nearby, its modest exterior belying the comfort and warmth within. The hotel, perched on a gentle hill, offered a panoramic view of the valley below, now bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.
After checking in, they retired to their respective rooms, each carrying the weight of the night's events. In their room, Gowthami sat by the window, her eyes lost in the darkness outside. She couldn’t shake the remnants of her dream, the vivid nightmare where a masked intruder had attacked Rajeev. Her heart still pounded at the memory, the fear lingering at the edges of her mind. Rajeev, sensing her unease, walked over and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asRelated chapters
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