The warm morning light filtered through the wooden windows of the cottage's hall, casting golden patches on the floor. The air smelled of freshly brewed chai and damp earth from last night's rain. The khan family sat in the cozy sitting area, their voices a soft hum of conversation as breakfast was being served. Plates clinked, and occasional laughter echoed in the rustic space.
But Noor was nowhere to be seen.
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