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As Siddharth stood there, taking in the serene
beauty of the private beach, he couldn't help but remember the wise words of
his father. “Looks..
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There was another 8kms to reach Logan’s secret place. Sid’s Bullet stopped by a small café by the main road. His hangover was blind..
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As Nadya settled into her temporary sanctuary, her heart still pounded from the adrenaline of recent events. She took a steadying breath and carefully..
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The Prime Minister's office was quiet, the atmosphere thick with tension, as he studied Amelia across his desk. Now 62, she was a formidable figure in..
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Sid's heart drummed a staccato rhythm against his ribcage as he steered his motorcycle toward Logan's clandestine sanctuary. The history of friction b..
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The night after the funeralLogan stood at the podium, bathed in a soft, golden glow from the evening sun setting over Westbrook. A sea of faces stretc..
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Nadya's heart raced with anticipation as she continued to flip through the pages of Dashanan's diary. Her mind was still reeling from the shocking rev..
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Siddharth returned home, a sanctuary of bricks and mortar that had long offered him respite from the world's troubles. Each step seemed leaden, weight..
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A week after the nation laid its greatest son to rest, the intensity of the protests and riots began to wane. The collective focus of the community se..
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50 DAYS AGO
2nd January 2019 19:12 p.m.
“Honey,
I’m back home. Open the door. I’m sorry,” Hugo knocked his front door. ..
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