04

The players!

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Amaya stood by the window, her sleeves rolled up, strands of loose hair brushing against her cheek as she leaned closer to the canvas. No one would have expected that a brilliant heart surgeon, whose steady hands saved lives every single day, would be here, lost in strokes of paint. Her fingers moved the brush like it was an extension of her soul, tracing every curve and line with devotion.

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Meera

Only Kanha is my best friend 🦚❤️