Three months had passed, turning the once-cold penthouse into a sanctuary of quiet warmth.
Niya’s physical health had improved dramatically. Her skin had regained its natural, healthy glow, and her bright laugh now echoed through the high-ceilinged rooms that had once known only her silent tears. Under Aryan’s constant care, she flourished, completely unaware of the dark foundation her new happiness was built upon.
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