• Reeva Singh
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Until Elections

  • 16 Feb, 2025

Kabir

The morning light cuts through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. It’s strange how everything feels different now—like the world has shifted on its axis and I’m just caught in the aftermath. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I know that I didn’t sleep well. I never do, when she’s angry.

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  • Until Elections

    Kabir

    The morning light cuts through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. It’s strange how everything feels different now—like the world has shifted on its axis and I’m just caught in the aftermath. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I know that I didn’t sleep well. I never do, when she’s angry.

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