
The morning light filtered through the ornate jali windows of the ancestral haveli, casting geometric patterns of gold across the marble floor. I sat on the edge of the bed, the silence of the room echoing the thoughts I couldn't quite vocalize.

The morning light filtered through the ornate jali windows of the ancestral haveli, casting geometric patterns of gold across the marble floor. I sat on the edge of the bed, the silence of the room echoing the thoughts I couldn't quite vocalize.
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