Chapter 119
✨The Weight of a Truth.✨ Nasir Pov The morning light crept softly across the bedroom, touching Flora’s hair like gold threads. Nasir watched her from the doorway, taking in the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, the gentle tilt of her lips in a half-smile, and the peacefulness she wore like armor against the world outside. She was asleep late, undisturbed by the city’s rhythm or the whispers that had already begun to travel. He stayed still for a long moment, savoring the quiet, the small miracle of her innocence beside him. Then a faint knock at the door drew his attention. His father’s signal: subtle, firm, insistent. Nasir rose and followed, each step measured, the leather soles of his shoes soft against the polished floor. Mr. Darven’s office smelled of cedar and old books,
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