Subah ka waqt tha. Cotswolds ki thandi, safed dhundh poore gaon ko ek fairy-tale jaisa bana rahi thi. Patthar ke bane chhote cottages, unke chhajjon par jami halki barf, aur har ghar ke darwaze par latke hue Christmas wreaths… sab kuch itna khoobsurat lag raha tha jaise kisi postcard ka scene ho.
Chahat ne dheere se aankhen kholi. Window ke bahar halki snowfall ho rahi thi. Room ke corner me Christmas tree sajha hua tha — red aur golden ornaments, fairy lights, aur neeche neatly wrapped gifts.
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