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Ep 6

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the VIP ward, casting sharp, clinical lines across the room. The air was no longer thick with ancient magic, but with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the mounting temper of Atharv Parihaar.

Atharv groaned, clutching his head as if it were about to split open. The doctor was hovering, checking his vitals and asking a flurry of routine questions.

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