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4.Beyond the Facade

Ahsaas's POV :

I frantically sprinted around my hostel room, tossing aside clothes, books, and pillows in a desperate search for my missing phone. My muttering grew louder, a mix of frustration and panic. "I could've sworn I left it right here! Why does this always happen to me? And what's the point of even setting an alarm if it's just going to fail me?"

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