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Chapter 6๐ŸŒถ

Mayankโ€™s POV

Somewhere between the taste of her chai and the sound of her laughter in the courtyard, time slipped by unnoticed. Months had passed. The anger, the guilt, the hurt โ€” they hadn't vanished, but they had softened, like ghee melting slowly over warm rotis. Our house didnโ€™t just echo with chores anymore; it carried the quiet rhythm of something close to joy.

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