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Vaishali's heels clicked sharply against the marble as she stepped closer, staring down at the broken girl on the floor. Niyati's shoulders were trembling, her breath hitching in shallow, frightened gasps. For the first time that evening, Vaishali's face held no anger-only a cold, glittering greed in her eyes.
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