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13. Griha Pravesh✨

The Rathore villa was glowing with lights when the car stopped at the gate.

Arshita sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, chooda lightly clinking. Her eyes were tired, still moist from the vidai.

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Shivika🦋✨

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