The scent of her was intoxicating, a mix of rosewater and something uniquely hers that made my heart race. Inaya stood before me in a simple salwar suit, her eyes blankly staring into the distance as if she were lost in her own world. I could still feel the warmth of her body from when I had held her earlier, but now she seemed so distant, like a ghost of the woman I once knew.
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