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The clatter of pots echoed through the small yet cozy kitchen. Soft morning sunlight streamed through a narrow window, casting a gentle glow on the cream-colored tiles and dark kitchen cabinets. The countertop was spotless, holding a large metal pot where soup simmered, filling the air with the spicy aroma of saffron and turmeric.
The young woman standing by the stove stirred the soup carefully. She wore a long, floral dress with a high waistline, and her head was covered by a cream-colored scarf, neatly tied at the back of her neck. Her name was Leila — or at least, that's what everyone around her called her. But inside, she was still Dan, a 27-year-old manager from the U.S. who, just a week ago, thought renting another life was a stupid joke on the internet.
The moment he woke up in the body of this Iranian woman, his...