Uncle Jawhar, a man with eyes that held like gems, would assemble the children every evening. He used to spin tales of love that bloomed during the gentle glow of twilight. Each story described a realm where souls intertwined, guided by destiny. The children read more often eagerly await with silent anticipation, fantasizing of their potential twil… Read More

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