Ahana's POV
I woke up early, watching the first rays of sunlight dance across the stone floor of my chamber. Today felt different. The air was thick with a sense of purpose. I had spent weeks visiting villages, learning about the struggles of the people of Avanti Nagari, and each day strengthened my resolve. I wasn’t just pretending to be Kalyani anymore. I was her—at least, I was becoming the version of her that the kingdom needed.
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