Originally posted by: cute.manasi
The air was rife with the welcoming fragrance of jasmine buds and dried spices - the stench of sickness and death long gone. With each step she took forwards, her feet felt freer and lighter - the hard shackles of prison having been cast aside for the silvery sensation of anklets. And as a short gust of breeze flapped her veil backwards, Heera almost glanced over, imagining that she'd been gifted wings - the wings of freedom.
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