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63. Rima, Rima, Beautiful Clever Girl
Rima's POV
I was roused from my sleep by the soft cry of a baby echoing through the silence. Blinking against the morning light that filtered into the room, I stretched languidly, my gaze drifting towards my wristwatch. It read half-past seven. Despite the early hour, I felt the refreshing tendrils of a good night's sleep wrapping around me, leaving me feeling rejuvenated.
Quickly, I slipped into the ensuite, letting the warm water of the shower wash away any lingering sleepiness. As I dried my hair, the baby's cries continued to echo in the background, a soft undertone to the morning's tranquility.
I dressed simply, pulling on a pair of casual blue jeans and a comfortable white sweater with long sleeves. The outfit was simple yet chic, perfect for the morning ahead.
The baby's cries, persistent yet soft, were now emanating from downstairs. As I descended the staircase, the sounds of an awakening household greeted me. The living room was alive with activi
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