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The clock struck 8 PM, and the grand living room of the Rathore mansion was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the chandeliers. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and the comforting hum of home. Sumitra and Abhimanyu were seated on the main sofa, while Ruhi sat cross-legged on the rug, busy scrolling through her phone.
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