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Chapter 10

The courtyard was quiet, lit only by flickering diyas and the faint orange glow of the chulha that was slowly dying.

Ashok had entered like a storm that had finally tired itself out. His steps dragged, his eyes sunken with fatigue, and his kurta stained with dust.

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